Maybe what really bothers me
Isn't so much your ex
As it is mine.
Maybe I actually miss
The son of a bitch,
But just have to much pride
To admit it.
Maybe I'm jealous
Because you share an eternal bond,
While mine was violently,
Painfully,
And eternally broken.
But he's gone
And you're here,
And life goes on.
So maybe it's time
To move on...