I heard the whispers
of what I once used to say.
He was not mine.
He wasn't.
Really.
I saw you chasing her
around the street,
I heard both of
your laughs put on repeat.
I saw your eyes on her body
and her hands in your hair
I heard my heart break a little,
for me
and for her
because
she might have been yours,
but
you were never hers,
you were the world's.