Him.

Thinking about him makes me cry.
It seems every time we are so close something else gets in the way.
Sometimes i can hate his guts and everything about him.
Yet other times he can be one of my best friends.
I love him.
But i hate him.
Hes hers now, our lives are growing more and more apart.
I can't look at his pictures without feeling what we once had.
I look at him today.
I look at how happy he is.
It may not be me hes going to stand up next to in the church,
while I'm sitting in a pew.
But it will be the next best thing.
and just knowing that, the fact he will be happy.
Makes me so miserable because it's not me.
And he doesn't even know.
How much I've sacrificed to be with him and how much I've lost, or missed out on.
Hes the only one, hes my guy, my love, my best friend, and my worst enemy.

An original poem by the one and only Jordanna M. Spring.