Rejection.

I saw that picture of you,
and I had a flashback to that night,
and I remembered everything that happened,
and how much I liked you.
I can't believe this is the same person.
Was I nobody?
I thought I was somebody,
but you pick her back up like she never left you.

I hate her.

But I shouldn't
because I don't like you,
yet I'm still jealous.

I thought I was better.
She's ugly.
She's a slut.
She's stupid.
And she's also your type I guess.
I can do so much better than sink down to this type you have,
so why am I stuck?

No matter what type of rejection,
it will always hurt.
Always.