smoke oxygen.

s.h.e

I hope you treat her quite well,

She's beautiful, I'm going to hell,

Treat her with love, hold her hand,

I don't want us back and I don't understand.

I hope she makes you happy,

But I wish you smile less than when you were with me,

Did you tell her about all your nightmares?

Does she comfort you at all, does she even care?

Are you more you now,

Than when I was the one there?

And she has got the kindest eyes,

The first friend I made,

Yeah, you know she made me smile.

It's fine if you guys are happy,

It's okay if it'll never be me.

Her eyeliner is fucking exquisite,

Do you hold her hand,

Or are you still dismissive?

Treat her better, I beg of you, please do,

Make her feel special, give her all the feels, too.

I may never be happy, but I think she deserves to.

I hope it's better I truly do,

She's a better match, you know and I do,

But think of my hands

When you're holding hers,

Think all about how,

I was all your firsts,

I say I want you to love her,

We both know I'm the worst.

I hope you're content, believe me I do,

I hope you love her, cause I know she loves you,

Think of my face

As you drive her to your place,

And reminisce about how

We were cuddled up on that couch,

I hope you long for my scent

While you're in her presence,

I still want your world even though I was pushed out,

Living for the memories, that was how I drowned.

You become hers, while I become a shroud.

And maybe she gets you more than I ever did,

Maybe she can relate, you're both famous, I get it,

Maybe there's a chance you were just scared,

Ran away and let me think you didn't care.

I hear you're a great couple, you two,

Remember when they used to say that about me and you?

We're better off being this way, I know that,

Maybe I wasn't loud enough, and her voice is intact.

It's probably how I'm too artistic,

And you'd pick all the numbers and statistics,

Emotionally unavailable, I thought,

But that was fine, I was enough for both of us, was I not?

You were calm, and I was trepid,

You would mansplain to make me feel stupid,

Maybe she lets all of that go,

Or maybe she's a better fit than I'd ever know.

I hope it's okay I still write about you,

I hope she's okay and never misconstrued,

If you don't treat her better, I might pick a fight,

It'd better be worth it, drunk calling and ruining my night.

Her eyes are beautiful, it might be me again who's in love,

Her chapstick is strawberry it might be scented a bit too much,

If I smell it over you, I might crack a smile,

Her eyeliner's ruined because you got carried away.

Dark red lipstick all over your neck cause she knows you like it that way.

In the end, if she makes you happy, and you wash off her stains,

I guess twisting the knife in my back was worth all the pain.