Poems

her...

Her
just the thought of it makes me sick
seeing you in her arms even though you fit perfectly in mine
or kissing her lips instead of mine
though there was a spark when they would touch
or even just the simple thought of your fingers intwined with theirs. knowing that my hand fit perfectly into yours
thinking about the things we used to do
now you're doing them with her. 
the walks we used to go on just to talk
the late night calls so we could just fall asleep together
or the laughing for hours on end
was i not enough for you to want to stay.
is she just better?