it would come down to the point that whenever i fall in love, i have to compete all your exes 
and they would ghost me because you’d tell me about them. 

i’d feel little coz a part of you would compare me to her,
how she flipped her hair, and how your heart skipped a beat everytime she did that; everything would be replayed 
and i’m left to being compared to memories, like a song that is skipped to play in a playlist.

 
i am insecure because i could never be your greatest past; because what am i? because who am i?
your nonexistent girlfriend