bad dream

You chose him over me, again and again, blind to the wreckage, deaf to the pain. He was the worst, I was the best, yet you clung to his lies, while I stood by your side. He betrayed, I remained, he raised his hand, and I raised my fists— fighting for you, while you fought for him. And still, you chose him. You chose him until he was gone, and when he was gone, you chose another— casting me aside like I was nothing.