"anagram"

i could feel you searching for someone else when you looked into my eyes for the longest time. i still beat myself about the times i'd apologize for not living up to the standard set by someone who cared not even half as much as myself.

still, i felt such remorse for disappointing you and rarely being what you wanted - the only times i think i earned your love, were the moments where it felt like you were loving her.

i worry that's what "love" is to most people.

you fall in love once and every lover after that is just someone with repositioned pieces close enough to the original.

you treated me like her anagram and i wish i could forgive you for such a mix up, but it's hard to let it go when you still resent me because i'm not.