Where Are My Words?

I hope you're jealous.

You pop in my mind sometimes.
Not like a popping balloon,
but more like a pop-up ad
that just is so desperate for a click.

You stay in my mond sometimes.
Not because I miss you,
but because you're one of those pop-ups
that just look so off
that you have to stare.

I'm happier with myself now.
It's crazy how that works.
Crazy how when I said I needed you
I didn't.

I guess everyone can get over something.
It's been a long while since I was over you,
but I'm just now writing.

Every time that day comes around
I mourn our beginning.
2 years ago.
And every time in April
I will celebrate our end.

I told you I loved you.
Maybe I did in the moment.
But afterwards,
I told myself I didn't love you
because you didn't love me.

I felt better.
So maybe it was true.
I'm glad for that.
But parts of you still linger in me.

I regret that
because now my new partner
gets insecure due to influence.
I wish he didn't.

He means so much more than you ever did.
I don't feel bad saying that.
I feel glorious.
He has put more love into me
because I'm not worried.

He has taken more care into me
than you did.
He has respected me and my family
more than you did.
We don't sneak.
We are trusted.

We can love
and we do.
Every now and then,
I want to poke around in your life
because I want to know

Are you doing as well as me?