I saw you flirting.
And I say it doesn’t bother me, but it always does. It always will.
I hate seeing the face that you put on for the outside world.
The face that screams, I’m fine without you.
And I’m left wondering if that’s really true.
I can drive myself crazy. A prisoner in my own mind.
I saw the way you interact, the way things seem easy.
Are they really easy, or are you just pretending?
And how can you keep pretending if you’re really missing me?
I saw you flirting.
And I think you’re happy, and that’s good. It really is.
But I don’t know which is worse:
You being happy without me,
or just as good as pretending
to be.
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