She’s so sweet…

and gentle…

like an angel,

if I believed in them.

She’s so kind…

And innocent…

Why would somebody wish to hurt her?

She’s so talented…

And well beloved…

She fits in at every place she goes.

Even my places…

She surpasses me in every way…

She always takes the high road…

Is she a god?

I worship her like one.

I envy her…

No one likes me quite the same.

I can’t wear my clothes anymore.

Not after seeing the way she looks in them.

Why is she everywhere I go?

God, does she even like me?

Why did she say all those awful things?

How has my perception been clouded for years?

How could I have not noticed her staining me,

Like a pen bleeding ink?

Every place I go is covered in her memory.

I thought I knew who she was,

But the key was in my memory.

I thought I knew who she was,

But I didn’t know anything.