The two week rebound after I broke my own heart over you

If I was still there

You'd still be biting your nails

And doing your hair how I liked,

Staring at me across the

room until I broke character;

You'd still squeeze my hand

When songs about love played,

Thinking, hoping, I was the one;

The love of your life.

And I only stayed because

I was content with being someone's somebody.

This subpar love stretched thin

Until the fibers of my skin wore down,

Until my heart was throbbing for a real love,

Something I had hardly known,

Never longed for and barely cared about.

You were my nobody,

And I was content being your everything.