I was there when you met her.

I was there when you smiled.

I was there when you first talked to her.

When you asked me if I liked her, I lied.

She's as perfect as the sun.

As mysterious as the moon.

Her body slender, her eyes azure.

It wasn't a surprise that you wanted to see her again soon.

You have many things in common.

You laugh at the same stuff.

I stand by the both of you awkwardly.

I've already had enough.

I'm the cobweb in the corner, she's the light of the world.

Her number is the only one you ever call.

I try to tell you something.

It's like I'm not there at all.

I understand the draw.

I'm not blind.

I don't blame you.

I just wish you'd be kind.

I'm slow.

She's witty.

I'm plain.

She's pretty.

You used to tell me everything.

I was your best friend.

She took my place.

She's your lover and companion instead.

I was there when you first asked her out.

I was the one person you told about your first kiss.

I was there when you proclaimed her as your girlfriend.

The whole time you didn't notice anything was amiss.

When you did ask, it was much too late.

The tears had already been shed.

My fragile heart had already been shattered into pieces.

I'm much better off dead.

I lie, I fake a smile and tell you I'm fine.

You accept my answer and don't give it a second thought.

Then you run back to your lover, happy and all.

I begin to give up on you, it's like I'm talking to a wall.

All dreams that we were meant to be.

All hopes that I would be the one you wanted one day.

All efforts and prayers given.

Fading away with every word that you say.

I can't take it any more, I take my stuff and leave.

I try my best to forget you.

It's more easily said than done.

I often wonder if you miss me too.

Now it's been a year.

My heart still aches for you.

She's still your everything.

There's nothing I can do.

On a Tuesday morning I check the mail.

When I see the wedding invitation, I simply stare.

I let it fall meaninglessly to the floor.

It's no secret that I'm not all there.

Tears threaten to flood.

Words are begging to be let free.

However, my numb state makes that impossible.

Your face is all I can fucking see.

On the ninth I put on my best dress.

It's an unimpressive dull brown.

Just like I am and used to be.

All I ever did was make you frown.

As I watch her walk down the aisle, all my hate for her disappears.

There's only one thing I wish.

And that was that it was me.

But such a thing will never be.

I wish I could tell you.

I wish you knew.

Maybe it would've changed things.

If you knew how much I loved you too.


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