He'll hug me and tell me I'm the prettiest girl he's ever seen. He won't use "beautiful" because that was the word he used to describe her. I'll hug him back and tell him that I've never been in the arms with such steady hands cause yours were always trembling, but it's the trembling that reminded us we were real. He'll kiss me, hoping my kiss will be stronger than hers. He's secretly hoping I'll be the rain that washes her away. I'll hold his hand so tight that he'll ask me if I'm alright. I'll lie and tell him I'm great, but squeeze tighter because maybe if I squeeze tight enough his bones will start to look like yours. I know you're not suppose to use other people as medicine to get over somebody else, but he's just as hurt as I am and we'll keep telling others this is love. He'll fall asleep before I do before saying goodnight, and I'll toss and turn with your luring voice echoing in my mind. I'll call him and apologize for waking him up but he'll admit he woke up and hour before I called. He won't tell me why but I know it's because she was haunting him in his dreams. I know I'm not the first thing on his mind because he doesn't text me until three hours after he's waken up. He'll know he's barely on my mind because we'll pass by each other in the store and not wave hello. When I see you in public, I'll tremble and he'll kiss me the exact moment you see us cause he wants you to believe I don't give a flying fuck about you. When she turns the corner, stopped in her tracks, shocked by the image of me sitting on his lap, laughing, giving him a small kiss, I'll make the kiss deeper because I want her to hurt the way he hurts. We both do this because we know that this pain is unbearable and they both deserve the hell that comes their way and we know it's working because if they honestly didn't have any feeling left they wouldn't still be staring when the kiss is finished with. This is not love. This is not lust. This is using each others eyes as wishing bones. He'll make me laugh and for a second it'll feel like the universe doesn't hate me but then he'll say my name and I'll hear you.
