there’s always another girl.
the connection was something—it was real.
but you just broke my heart.
you hurt me so bad this time.
you were different so it hurts differently.
it hurts like a mf.
what else do i need to tell you?
are you happy?
i knew this would happen.
but not in this way, not with this girl who i know a great deal about.
did you almost expect this to happen?
i be remembering that there’s always another girl.
this is what keeps me overthinking, but it's no longer overthinking because it's true—there's another girl.
















