sometimes you make me feel unwanted
you make me wonder if you would rather be with her
sometimes you make me feel stupid
and I can’t help but ask if you would rather be with her
sometimes you make me feel annoying
which makes me think you would rather be with her
sometimes you make me feel so alone
like in your head you’re already off with her
sometimes it’s easiest to just admit
that you would rather be with her

i hate poetry. 'nough said.