Cursing my reflection.
The mirror screams at me,
as i wrap my hands around my throat.
The voices screech at me,
like the tires of your car when you left.
You said you'd never met anyone like me,
yet you chose him over me.
But this isn't a game or a competition,
and i'm a little incompetent when it comes to you.
How can someone so beautiful,
make you hurt so bad?
