I see the way you look at her

Her beautiful blue eyes

But what about mine?

My eyes of brown

Like coffee and cinnamon.

Like the dirt food is planted in.

I hear the way you talk to her

With that tone in your voice

Thats how you used to talk to me

But now to me

Your voice is raspy

I smell the way you lie to my face

The stench of your lying soul

Or is it because you were with her all day

And that smell is her lingering perfume

Mixed with your musky colone

I feel the way you touch me

Its not the same anymore

You don’t hug me quite as long

Or compliment my song

Your touch feels lighter

More safe than sorry

But I don’t think you even worry

I taste her on your lips

Her strawberry lipgloss

And her minty toothpaste

But what does it matter?

Because if you loved me

If you really loved me

You wouldn’t have gone her way.