Reality

You told me I was perfect
You told me I was beautiful,
But what about her
Was it me who ruined this?
Or was it her?
You said you still liked me
You said I was too good for you
But when she liked you,  
I didn't matter
That hurts,
You never did anything sweet for me, but for her,  
that's another story
You were skeptical of me,
But I should of been skeptical of you
When I was
I guess it ruined everything
I didn't want to be just friends, I wanted so much more
Reality is that I ruined what we had and I have to live with the consequences
Reality is
She's prettier and skinnier and  
perfect.