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You go see her, then come running to me like I’m supposed to be here.
What you need me for when she there?
Am I supposed to feel special; to be one of the chosen ones?
Just picked over then thrown back in the pile when you’re done. Sat on a shelf, forgotten until you find some use of me.
Like I’m supposed to accept it, smile and act accordingly.. because you love me right? That’s all that matters?
I guess taking accountability for your actions wasn’t apart of the deal. As long as I’m quiet, we good….Right? because the minute I speak my mind Im tripping, then here comes the distance. Of course you not bothered because you got her and I’m stuck in my feelings reminiscing on how we use to kick it.
Too stubborn to fix it, so we bury our feelings and act like sweet never really resolving the issue because neither of us have the strength to let go but some how we have the will power to keep holding on.
We just coasting…. not knowing the real damage we are causing. I just fade into the background , staying out the way while you smile in her face, only giving me the time of day, when you need me to do something that she can’t….
Oh it’s nothing special, it just we have different duties when it comes to you. Running around like your little minions looking stupid for you, whew! thinking about it, I had to laugh at that. Even though it’s my own misery….but here I am, reciting Beyonce lyrics, drowning in my tears. Thinking you actually give af about us…..
So it’s to the left for me, doing the math and it just aint adding up to me. My 1+1 keeps equaling 3. I was crazy in love but I have come to my senses…that you were the best thing I never had….now here comes the resentment.
