It's been a few days after the break up;
We still have communication,
And this night, we were having of the best
conversations we ever had.
Of all the fights we've been through,
I never thought that what would
hurt unlike any other
was a message you sent
talking about your "friend".
How you were waiting for her
and how you were there for her
when she was crying.
I didn't know which hurt more,
How I've been a second choice of someone
to talk to,
Or how you helped and understood
someone, but not me.
