I try to convince myself you were a good guy in my head.
That the real reason you dated me for months instead of letting go was because you wanted feelings to develop-
because you knew you'd never find someone who would love you like I did-
because you eventually had to admit feelings never did arise and never would.
I think you always knew they never would but you didn't want the seat next to you at the table to be empty.
I was like a seat filler at an award show, although I was the only one unaware I was your seasonal hire.
So you kept me around so I could keep the space warm for the upcoming girl.
Because my jokes made the time without her pass faster.
And like a painting, I was pretty to look at.