I see the way you look at her
You can't seem to let her go
You talk about her as if she were a priceless jewel
You can't let go of the memories
You don't want to
They run through your mind every once in a while
Maybe prompting you to wish they hadn't become memories
You kept the photographs
To gaze on when you wanted to remember the good times
Her face will never be wiped away from the catalogues of your memory
I wonder if you ever compared me to her
If you ever wished I was like her
If you ever craved her company over mine
If I ever reminded you of her
She's older
She's prettier
She's smarter
Is she not?
Your refusal to admit or deny
Only fans the flames of my insecurities
That I will never be her
