Things Better Left In Paper

Do tell me

This isn't a poem, more so of just my untold feelings that I could never say to the person I want to tell them to..

I saw how you dedicated to her the songs I'd make you listen to, the song that told my feelings for you.
I wonder if you let her listen to the playlist I made for you, or worse.. the playlist you made for me.
Tell me, do you reuse the songs you put on your playlists for all the girls that came after me?
Tell me, do you look at her with those shiny orbs of yours that were filled with hearts?
Tell me, do you show her that warm smile of yours? Do you let her hear that laugh of yours that fill the room?
If you do, please tell me..
Do you also throw those harsh words at her like you used to do to me?
Tell me, do you betray her trust again and again?
Do you call her immature?
Do you only stay with her out of pity?
Do you seek other girls' presence whenever she's not around?
Do you only ever run to her when things go wrong?
Do you only ever be honest when you need her help?
Tell me, are you still the same? Or did you change?
If you changed, why for her and not me?