i begin to wonder,
am i still the one you love?
when you think of your dream girl,
is it me you see?
when you think about love,
do you think of me?
and if so,
is it only because you have to?
or in all these situations,
do you think of her?
the girl with short brown hair,
i can only dream of hating.
i admire her,
she's the one holding your attention.
every second,
i'm sure your mind wanders to her.
could i change this,
so you come back to me?
and honestly,
do i want to?
love is strange,
but seeing the man you first truly loved.
love another woman,
is much more strange.
you feel everything,
wishing to not feel.
jealously, rage, denial, peace, sadness,
everything.
ease,
as if you got to this point.
you knew he wasn't happy,
it was all timing.
now a weight has been lifted,
a mindset changed.
the second you questioned his love,
you knew.
for you shouldn't have to question,
if he still loves you.
s.d.
