Prose
What am I to you? Am I just a rebound? Do you just use me to get back at her? I saw the way you looked at her. The way you continuously talk about her. I know all the things you say are bad but I wonder if it’s just so you can’t say anything good. But that’s fine. It’s not like I have feelings for you. You and I were first. I saw the way your eyes finally drifted for me to her. Then you told me she was the wrong choice. You chose the wrong girl. And finally I was getting over you, I was getting over us. But then you came back. And now I don’t know how to feel. You only came back because she hurt you; if she didn’t would you have stayed with her, or come with me? Do you even love me? Do you even like me? Or do you just like the thought of revenge. You put your arm around me and made sure she was watching. So am I just a rebound? What is it about her? Anna Watson
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