I know what you did last summer

You're always where you shouldn't be.
In the wrong head and in the wrong bed.
I felt complete when you were with me, in me even though it was a
Shot in the dark / hide in the closet / delete the texts kind of love.
It was yours and mine and mine and yours and the world had nothing to do with it.
Dreaming about a parallel world where we made it or joking about running away.

But you had her and I had to choose,
Half of you or
All of myself.

Mathematically, I chose the better option but realistically there's a part of me you took anyways, that wasn't part of the deal.
Now the pieces of my jigsaw puzzle soul don't quite fit right and neither does life
or sleep
or seeing her and definitely not
seeing you.
The eyes of death, really.
Contact that poisons.
I want to run and scream at you or away from you or do something, yet
I just stare. Not too long. They might catch on.
I know what you did last summer, you stole something that wasn't yours to take.

And I'll never be your first choice.