what happened to us?
why did life materialise,
to tear us apart
but leave us the memories:
painful,
sad,
yet beautiful?
/
[perhaps it would be easier to forget.]
/
i see you look at them,
your grey eyes following their every move like you did me, once upon a time.
you think i do not notice;
i pretend to not care.
/
[but i do.]
/
we were young, we were foolish,
and we thought we were wise.
we were wrong.
we don't know the world; we don't know one another.
we still think we are wise for parting ways,
but the truth is —
it was the dumbest thing we've ever done.
/
[and that's saying something.]
/
and now,
whenever i see you with them,
a new girl each time,
the flavour of the week,
i shake my head and turn away,
for i know that,
should i continue to watch,
it will destroy me.
/
[more than it already has.]