I used to be..

To think,
I used to be that one.
That girl.
His girl.

I used to be that one,
The one he'd look at, and smile.
With that perfect smile he had.
I'd be the one in his arms.
Safe from anyone and any danger.
And knowing, through all my troubles,
He loved me.
He loved me, for me.

The pain is hard.
Its indescribable.

I see him.
As he looks at her.
Their eyes, click.
as ours used to click.
And the smiles they shared,
are similar to what we had.

I'm still who I used to be.
so why is she the one you look at?
The one your eyes fall upon?
The one who your gaze belongs to?

Its so painful to see.
That look.
Those eyes.
That gaze.
That used to be me.

You used to look at me.
I used to be the one you loved.
And now you look at her, with that same gaze.

With those eyes.
Those eyes of love.