A love that hurt.

When you said "We're friends,"

It hurt me to smile.

I loved you.

I had for a while.

You didn't feel the same,

and so you started your adventurous lifestyle.

I tried not to be jealous,

It was a feeling so juvenile.

It helped that none of them lasted long.

A string of girls, none worthwhile.

But then someone new came along.

I liked her jeans and hairstyle.

A rapid friendship began,

One bound to last longer than the Nile.

But then you asked her number.

One you would surely dial.

I sat back and watched.

A scene so very vile.

Dates turned more frequent,

And you proposed like it was a need so dire.

As you exchanged your vows I wondered, could I ever make this love expire?