It Will Always Be Her

Would you even care if I were gone?
I doubt it.
I haven’t done anything that would make you happy.
You now have her to flirt with.
A close friend.
You don’t see just how much it stings,
But why would you?
It’d just put a damper on your happiness.
She’s so much better than me:
She’s pretty,
She’s skinny,
She’s funny,
She’s smart,
She gets along with you.
Meanwhile I’m ugly,
Fat,
Unintelligent,
And our conversations don’t always happen.
Why wouldn’t you choose her?
You would.
And I can’t bear to watch it unfold before me eyes.
So if I leave,
It’s for me,
Because I can’t keep living with you around if I want any chance of my own happiness