I'm analyzing her picture. Her arms are wrapped around you in that jean coat I've always fantasized wearing. A smile sneaks upon your face similar to the ones I've always coaxed out of you. I'm trying to compare her and in a vein-diagram to figure out what she has that I don't...
Her bangs remind me of the ones I wore two months ago, and her smile is coated in a plum matte lipstick like the one I wore and you adored. She's painted pictures of perfection and speaks in a sweet melodic voice.

I had everything she has, but not anymore.
Not when she has you.