it’s the sixth time today
you tell me all the time that you love me
i have every reason to believe you
but there’s something in my head
a voice telling me that
if i scroll through her vsco one more time
knowing i’ll envy her body and what she has
that i’ve never had
i never will
maybe if i look at the picture of her
on the beach in her tiny swim suit
one more time
i’ll feel something
and i’ll understand why
what’s wrong with my brain
that makes me feel like
this girl you don’t even know
means more to you than me
i know she has popular friends
a flat stomach and a full chest
i know one day
i’ll understand
why it’s been six times today
i look through all her photos
what’s wrong with my brain
what’s wrong with me