Not Quite Jealousy

I gave you my heart

And told you how easily it would break

For that,

You called me your best friend.

“Don’t worry,” you told me.

“They made a mistake.”

You were supposed to prove me wrong;

Remind me that I’m not cursed.

And yet,

You tell me that you love me,

But you never

say it first.

It’s not that I don’t have friends

Or that I’m always forgotten,

It’s just that

I don’t think you realise

Just how bad the

disconnect has gotten.

You used to move just to walk next to me;

Carve your own paths into the ground.

So why now,

Whenever I walk at the back,

Are you always the last one

to turn around?