unsatisfied

I hope you're never satisfied
while lying next to anyone but myself.
I hope her lips leave you thirsty,
and her smell leaves you
somewhat nauseated.
Not that i wish you ill,
its just that...
she's not me,
and i see you're still not happy.
When she sleeps
find yourself restless.
As she smiles at you
from across the table,
see me in her eyes.
Look at her and
ask yourself why...
there are times you wish
she would just leave.
I hope her fragile face
makes you cringe,
and at the end of each day
I hope you wish she was me.