Thoughts

Sometimes, I walk around in the moonlight and think of that night.
I remember the times I'd talk to you on the phone and I never felt alone.
I think about how you look at her, and I know it's these feelings I cannot deter.
I just want you to know that its not that I'm not on your side, it's just that the way you look at her, well, it kills me inside.
So, if you want to move on and forget the past, please put me last.
I won't mess it up, don't let me interrupt.
I'm sorry for having done this to you now.
But just forget about me, I'll deal somehow.
Its okay, I'll make it through.
But I can't promise I won't think of you.