My stomach turns, my stomach hurts,nwhen i see you with himnmy cheeks burn red, with jealousynmy knuckles turn white, with the thought that you might,nbe happier with him than with mennso for now,nthe corners of my eyes catch everythingnbut you give yourself awayntake a glance to see if i am hurtnenough to realize what i am missing,nnot missing younnthis is fake and i wish it wasn'tni want him to make you happynfor the two of you to go across the ocean, where you belongnout of site, out of mindnam i out of my mind?nnso for now,nthe corners of my eyes catch everythingnbut you give yourself awayntake a glance to see if i am hurtnenough to realize what i am missing,nnot missing younnmy choices would be easier to make if i knew that you were out of reachnnbut i know you, and i know he will never make you laugh harder, think deeper, hug tighter, cuddle warmer, kiss better, or breath faster than menremember thatnnso for now,nthe corners of my eyes catch everythingnbut you give yourself awayntake a glance to see if i am hurtnenough to realize what i am missing,nnot missing you