hurts

My man doesn't look at me the way he did to you, and it wound me greatly. I saw how his eyes Stood flaring upon noticing you, Like a proud father cheering you on your triumphs. I saw how he fix his suit And slowly walking towards you. And smile like you are the only woman he sees. I feel nothing but belittled myself, I only saw lust in his gaze And I couldn't imagine he can smile like there is no tomorrow. I feel like a replacement For the damage you've done. An alternative to keep the fire burning. Now I realize that My friend's hunch was precise, "you cannot go on with the old flame. Instead, you have to start again To avoid turning into ashes" But it's too late, There's nothing left, I am tied down and covered Of roses full of thorns.