I'll never forgot you

I said I was over him. I said that was it.

It wasn't.

I can't forget him, he's replaying over and over in my mind. His music, his shows. I can smell him on my clothes, I can feel him when I sleep.

But he's with her, he's with someone else. The girl he cheated on me with is still sleeping in his bed. They have feelings for each other.

I have feelings for someone who has feelings for someone else. But once I was his everything, I was part of him. Now, what am I?

Nothing.