Ms. Matchmaker

I hate this feeling
I have for you.
I hate this longing for your touch,
and I hate the emptiness that follows your
Goodbyes.
The void that can only be filled
By the sound of your voice.
I hate the way your laugh makes me smile,
Even if it's me you laughing at.

I hate how every time you mention
Her name..
I feel like I'm going to explode with anger.
Every,
'I want her back so bad'
Feels like a knife to my..
Heart?
No, you're done with that.
You're on to my head.
There's not a thought in there that you
Don't already own.
You've claimed all of it,
And what's yours is yours.

I'm scared.
Scared to death knowing,
Or rather
Not knowing
What you're going to do next.

You love me...
You're in love with her.
She hates me..
I can't stand her.
She has staked a claim on you,
I'm off in the distance.
The Realtor.
Selling the places in your head to anyone
Who bids highest.
Call me Ms. Matchmaker
And I'll make you a match.
To anyone
But me.