I have never wailed harder on my own pillow.
Even as the subway crowd walked past me,
I never seem to notice anything
but the rolling tears on my eyes
and how I'm pressing my bag to myself
to keep my sobs from escaping my chest.
He liked her for reasons I will never know
and now she likes him back and would do everything
to get them together someday.
And I am caught in between, valuing them both
But being torn at the idea of them being together.
And I thought I have moved on. But now that
she sees him as viable, I am scared for my own life.
But yesterday was a proof of my value.
That he would drop me readily,
to be with her.
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