Every time I turn around your past pops up to haunt us,

That girl you call just a friend,

That one who texts all the time,

The drama queen who brought her issues to our doorstep,

The numerous others who just won’t go away.

I am suppose to smile and pretend that everything is okay,

I am suppose to look the other way as they make a pass,

I am suppose to take it in stride when they disrespect me,

I’m suppose to bite my tongue,

Instead I feel like a fake who endures all this because I love you.

I know you have a past,

I have one as well,

Just wish your past would stay away,

I just wish we could move forward.