Am I good enough for you?
I see those poems you have.
I see that most of them are about him.
I see these poems are for the one who left you.
That event may be in the past.
But it bothers me.
Though I know it shouldn’t.
Why does it bother me in the first place, you may ask?
It’s like you love him so much more than you say you love me.
You miss him.
You want him.
You shed tears for him.
You feel empty without him.
You gave your heart to him.
You… love him?
I hate to think about this.
But I have to ask.
Are you simply using me to distract yourself from feeling the pain he left you alone with?
If you are… sadly, I would still love you.
I can’t help it.
But everything I saw and heard between you and him.
It’s like you love him and always will.
I love you and I always will.
You say you love me.
Though… most of the times I feel like you’re using me as a distraction.
Listen to me.
You’re my sister, great friend, and light.
I’ve fallen for you.
But I can’t do anything since he means much more to you than I do.
I can’t say I can live with that, frankly because I can’t.
But I always will love you.
I guess I’m worthless to you right?
Well he’s your first love.