It's like self harm. You wanted me to ask about her so I do. I keep asking questions and every memory you share feels like a slice to my wrist.
You miss her so much yet claim to love me. Slice. I'll never be "better" than her. She makes you feel wanted and I don't do that for you. Slice. You don't feel wanted around me. I'm sorry. I know the only reason you're with me is because you aren't allowed to be with her. Slice. You use me to forget about her. Slice. Rebound. You miss how she makes you feel. Slice.
I'm hurt but I have to comfort you. Apologize. I have to apologize. "I'm sorry" but I'm in pain too. "I love you" but I know it's not enough. "I want you" but you can't tell. Why am I not enough? Why do you claim to love me but she's your favorite topic? I know you loved her more. I know you still do. I wonder if that fact will ever stop hurting.
