My Poetry

~Seventy Seven~

I don't know why I care as much as I do,
I shouldn't. 
I haven't cared in months.

I even gave up an opportunity with you,
how stupid. 

Thinking about it now,
I both regret,
and don't,
my decision. 

Now, here I am,
sitting in my bedroom,
texting you trying to make you jealous,
just like you did that one night. 

I think it's working,
but when I stopped texting you didn't say anything. 

Do you not care?
God fuck that stings. 

I used to be the person you loved most,
or supposedly at least. 

But now I'm merely 'one of the girls'
from your past. 

And you know what sucks?

I'm just one of the others girls for you,
but you're really the only guy for me.