about a boy. | poetry

part

you didn't

talk to me,

for days,

weeks,

months.

i didn't have

anyone

to run to.

i didn't have

anyone

who knew

my problems.

i didn't have

anyone

from the start,

anyway.

since,

she was too

important,

anyway.

since,

she was

more important

than me.

you treated her

as if she

was your world,

that if she was gone,

you couldn't live.

you look at her,

like she's

everything

you've ever wanted.

and me?

ha,

i don't even

wanna know.