Strange Love

I feel hurt.
You tell me you love me.
Yet you still love her more.
You say you're confused.
I told you this would happen if you started to talk to her again.
I feel so unimportant.
Worthless.
But I can't blame you for everything.
I knew.
I knew you still loved her.
I knew I was going to get hurt.
I knew.
Why?
Why did I continue talking with you?
Because.
Because you were my escape from reality and myself.
Because you showed me how to start loving myself.
Because I fell in love with you.
I want to be there for you.
But how can I when I start to cry thinking about you and her talking.
Are you going to leave me?
Because that's how I feel.
The side hoe.
Not important enough to make you the happiest person on this planet.
Am I just over thinking it?
Or am I just telling myself this to make myself feel better?
I'm not sure.
Everything.
Everything has gone numb.