The Song You Deleted

I recall not of what it was about, its lyrics, and so on. When you posted, we were talking steadily then. You already confessed.

I constantly refreshed your news feed for updates while I await our next meeting.
Then I came to see you posted this song.

It was a lonely song of someone not being satisfied in a relationship.

Of course, I commented simply, “What’s wrong?”

You then replied, “It’s not about you.” And deleted it altogether.

That was the first time I was introduced to the concept of an ex as a relationship dealbreaker.

That was the first instance I knew that an ex could be a greater deterrent than a mistress.

We talked about her then. And before I knew it, we talked about her every single day. Heck, maybe I knew more about her than you knew about me.

You gave me access to your convo, but I didn’t read it until much later.

You painted her image so badly, yet you would always defend her when I hated her.

Right now, I wonder… Do you even defend my name to your current beau?

Or was I so bad that even your grace wouldn’t rescue me from the scorn?

Because I know you talk about me, and you talk about me badly.

Don’t worry ’cause I also used to talk shit about you.