it doesn’t have to be like this
a bitter war that stains the streets
we could call a truce
if you could find the truth inside you
and attempt to live in peace
if you’d let go of your jealousy
accept the fact that he’s moved on
as you said you had years ago
why now? why make everyone miserable?
just because you like the company?
how selfish can you be?
it isn’t me your hurting
although I am your primary target
my suffering is insignificant
compared to theirs
the ones you claim to care for