Midnight Poems and Short Stories

The hurricane.

Did you know it kills me every time I see her with you?

Did you know I die a little every time you kiss her in front of me?

I fell for your charms, just like her. Only difference was that you never took the time to know me but you took the time to know her body.

You came into my life like a hurricane. You hit me like strong winds from the sea. You left me broken and I had to pick up the pieces by myself.

I still think about us. We were so close but you had other ideas, other thoughts that I wasn't thinking about at the time.

In another life, maybe? 

Maybe is still a possibility.