「 i hear you talking 'bout her in your sleep and now you've got me talking 'bout her in mine 」

i should've known it a long time ago.

the things you said about her. the way you avoided even talking about her. whenever i asked, you would say you don't remember much. you would say you can't even remember her last name or what she looks like. you would say, "it's been two years, baby. i already forgot her."

well, for all i know, those dreams you told me you've had about me must've all been about her! you must've seen her face in your sleep some nights if not most! you must've even thought about her while you masturbated in front of me on the camera!

tell me. did it feel good? did it feel good playing with my heart like that? making me think that you're over her? and that you're all mine?

how can you be over her? you can't even speak of her. you're scared of talking about her because you're scared of remembering everything. you're extremely terrified the feelings you've had for her all these years would resurface.

how could i have been so stupid? the evidence was right in front of my eyes!

when i talked about how i would love it if you held my hair from underneath and back, you said you knew. you knew girls love that. and when i asked how you knew, you said because your ex loved that too.

you were never over her. never.

i was just a distraction. a fucking rebound.