You were always looking to replace me
and I wish that you knew what that felt
like, to be constantly not good enough
to compete with yet another pretty face,
a secretary with benefits I didn’t see
coming. I guess there was always meant
to be a punishment for loving so blindly
and for being invested in something
you had already decided to return,
but I move on and move forward
every day because I know you have
it coming for you. You did it to yourself
and I owe myself an apology for letting
it go on for this long, for not seeing
the signs that you were a boy
when I already knew I needed
a gentleman. It is too late to dwell
on all of that now. It is the time
for me to wish upon a shooting star
that all of this will blow up in your face,
that she decides you are no longer
a pretty face and that she leaves
you with no reason like the way
you so easily left me. I would never
wish bad things, but I don’t feel
the need to be nice to you anymore,
and one day she won’t either.
