You have to wonder.

All those songs you sing, I understand every single word like you were still whispering it in my ear. I still hear you singing them to me, and the thought of you saying those words to anyone else burns like acid reflex. I may be over you, I may have moved on, but I haven't seen anyone else. I'm still alone and you're gone. You've moved on and you've found others.

And although I'm sure we both know it won't work between us, I still hate the fact that someone else can have you.

You're the reason I've changed. I'm stronger, smarter and fiercely competitive because of you. But I'm also bitter, sullen, and angry deep down at people for having found the happiness I once had.

You may not knock me down for the day with news of boyfriends or off having fun again without me, but I still feel that burn.

What would happen if I looked in your eyes again and found my smile? Would I still lose my breath afterwards and bite my lips in anticipation of being close to you? And if I did, would you still notice and smile? Would we even recognize each other anymore?

The rest of my day will be spent in reflection, a dark anger brewing behind whatever facade I put up. But tomorrow you will be gone until I see your face and remember what I need to do to keep moving. Keep fighting. Keep learning.

I've been revolving like Turnstiles...