Did I do something?
Something wrong?
Something that made him drift your way—
Made you the one he leaned on more?

It’s not fair.

Don’t tell me it is.
Don’t act like I don’t see the shift.

I can live without you too.
Don’t think I won’t.

You were supposed to be mine.
My closest.
My constant.
Not… someone else’s echo.

But you turned.
Softened.
Changed your tune for someone who
Spoke like you,
Laughed like you,
Fit easier beside you.

And me?
I watched you choose them—
Over and over—
While I stood outside the frame.

You made room for them,
And none for me.

So no—
It’s not just him.
It’s not just them.

It’s you.

And I hate you for that.