Overzealous

Here I fucking sit. 
Confusingly jealous. 
Heartbreakingly overzealous.

You say you had sex with her.
Was she anything like me?
Kinda pretty, a little smart, maybe a bit funny?

Was she someone you knew?
Or just another Tinder fuck?
I'm sitting here mad at myself.
Thinking "Why do I even give a fuck'?

I shouldn't be this selfish.
I know you're not mine.
I can't give you that label.
I should stop these thoughts.
They're consuming my time.

But I do as I shouldn't.
Because you're you.
And it's me.

So now I sit here.
Trying hard not to think.
Holding back more stupid tears.
With every fucking blink.

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