There have been two

Who you've liked more

Than you've liked me.

One, that I see daily

And that was the one you liked

While you were supposed to like me.

And a second, whom I never actually met.

You've told me about him,

Even in the first days we talked,

And I hated him for

Having your admiration and you commitment

In a way that I never have.

Today was that day

That I saw him too.

I was out with you and them,

Nothing much supposed to happen,

But she pointed him out.

And even though we have been over

For quite some time,

I still hated to look at his face.

It's not his fault,

That I know,

For it is yours.

But it still hurts knowing

That you think he's better.

You've liked him twice.

You've told me about him,

And back then, he had seemed

So similar to me,

But I did not think that today.