You.

You only say you love me because you need me.
You use and abuse as you please.
You don't actually care about feelings you see.
You only need me because no one else is real.
Ah if you did care wouldn't that be a lovely dream.
But you are as fake as they come, it would seem.
That is a pity.
It was nice knowing you, really.

Jealousy

Jealousy rips through my being as I sit in the silence.
Your love is not for me,
No why would it be?
You have saved it for her,
Set it aside.
To you her face is golden,
Mine is a blur.
Why then, do you taunt me with pretty verses
And pity looks too.
Do not save up looks for me.
Spend them on her while she still looks at you.
Love is a fickle mistress.
And will leave when she chooses.