to tell you the truth
i am no longer inspired
you were hers but you were mine too
i knew i was wrong for all the things she didn’t know
but it felt so right to have you
to hold your hand and trace my initials on your skin
and when you were high your eyes would twinkle
i loved your fury when you would grip me harder
i loved thinking we were forever
i loved the idea of your digging my face into your sweater
and even though you chose her,
in your soul i will always be better.