Overlooking the Zaphar
No way to return to you
How helpless I feel
The worries flooding in my mind.

Is it just the two of you?
I don't want to cling or pry.
But I've experienced this before,
There's always someone better,
Prettier,
Sexier.

I would rather know now than later.
It kills me to stand here in silence.
Not knowing for sure.
What are you two doing?

There's always someone better,
prettier.
Sexier.

How do I still allow myself a moment of hope?
How do I still fall for this again and again?
Why am I never good enough?
Why am I never loved?

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Chronos, in the year 1001 AF.