He threw me out like trash
Like not talking to me wouldn’t hurt
Fading away like a ghost
Who still lingers and haunts
Maybe that’s my problem
Why I can’t get over him
Why I can’t seem to really like anyone
“Comparison is the thief of joy,” said Teddy Roosevelt
When will I stop comparing what I had with him
To what I could have with someone else?
Juggling boys like bowling pins
Will time even help?