I found out today.
Not from you.
Never from you.
Of course not from you.
A voice I didnʼt know
spoke your name
like she owned it̶
and God, she did.
Two years, she said.
Two whole fucking years.
Of you being hers
while I was... what?
A quiet season?
A secret song?
An interlude of lies?
She asked me
who I am to you.
And I said
"just a friend."
Same as you told her.
Same as you told me.
Same as we kept pretending.
But fuck̶
why did it still hurt
like Iʼd just lost everything
I was never allowed to have?
Because I swear,
every look,
every late-night drive,
every goddamn Oreo ice cream
felt more than
"just friends."
And now?
Now I know
you belonged to someone else
the whole damn time.
I hope she never finds
the way you looked at me.
Because it would break her too.