Envy is what I feel when I see them together holding hands, and whispering how much they love one another; for not to long ago I was that girl.
Betrayed is how I feel for the girl he is with is my best friend; the one who swore she didn’t like him.
Hurt is what I felt when he told me he loved her and couldn’t live without her; for not to long ago I was the one he couldn’t live without.
Pain is what he caused me to do to myself for the scars will never go away; reminding me always of that lifeless day.
Jealous is what I am of her for she has everything and one I wish I could have once more. The way her chestnut hair falls perfectly at her shoulders, and the way her smile lights up a room draws him even closer. The way her clothes hug her tight exposing every single curve makes him breathless; for she is beautiful and I can’t take it anymore.
