Seeing you again

I don't know why, when I saw you with her, it hurt so much I don't know why I'm wishing I were the one you still touch I thought I was completely over it, but I guess I wasn't I thought time was supposed to heal, but i guess it hasn't If I needed you, would you come back to me? Or would you stab me in the back, and leave me out to bleed? But all these emotions will stay in these poems, never sent But all these poems will never explain my emotions, to their full extent She's the complete opposite of me, which makes me question... Do you like her red hair better than mine? Do you like her pale skin better than mine? Will you like her better when you undress her? Maybe you'll actually love and respect her? Wishing It was me you were laughing with Wishing it was me you were sitting with Wishing I could know, what I'm supposed to do Wishing I could go home, but my home was you