I remember you
holding hands with another,
but she wasn’t yours.
.
I heard you’re “just friends.”
Yeah, “just friends” can kiss my ass.
You don’t hold friends’ hands.
.
Against my judgement
I felt a pulsating pain
choking my lone heart.
.
Just for you, I tried
to smother my growing hate
the surging envy.
.
I was forced to watch
as you laughed and smiled with her
two perfect lovers.











