It could have been me.
The thoughts about all the what ifs are leading me astray,
About what could have been if I decided to give in that day,
As if ignoring my doubts would have somehow convinced me that you would stay.
That feeling of jealousy when I see you with her everyday,
Obsessing over the fact that I used to be the one who you’d want to hold as you lay,
But now its her and I no longer have the right to say,

“I love you.”

So now I just watch myself slowly melt away.
© Grinchy