the picture
today i saw a picture of you
with a new love in your arms
you both looked so happy
so in love
sickeningly sweet
seemingly perfect
very appropriate
salt on my self-inflicted wounds
i am happy for you
i loathe myself
my disregard for others
so careless with emotions
so imbecilic in my actions
too quick to discard true love
and embrace a mendacity
my self-destruction
my indecision
my jealousy unjust
if not for my own doing
it would have been me
in a picture with you
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