I never knew I could get so caught up in your beautiful fake lies. Your practiced smile. The compliments which have been rehearsed before on so many other girls. How could I not know that all the kisses were just to make her jealous? How could I not know that whenever you held my hand, it was she you pictured? How could I not know that whenever you compared me with her, it was just a sign that I could never be anything more than the second best? How could I not know that I....I was just a rebound? How.....oh how could I not know that I was just that old jumpsuit at the bottom of your closet when she was the perfume you everyday wore?