Huge Mess Poem by lindsey goodman

everytime i look
at them
it snaps a
single hem
to my heart.
it seems to everyone
that im just
the jealous one.
but that's not
true, not at all.
it's not my fault
that i miss you.
you left...
you hurt me...
why cant
anyone see
what you did?
why won't she listen?
her eyes the just
seem to glisten
whenever she sees you.
she knows you hurt me...
why can't she just
be the friend she used to be
before this...
before she said yes
and made this
huge, huge mess?