if i wore a collar around my neck, would you come back to me?

it's been almost a month.
i haven't touched her.
nor looked at her.
i haven't gone near her.
i can't bring myself to have anything to do with her.

she always loved you more than she loved me.
and whenever i'd see her,
i'd just be reminded of you.
and the way we used to be.
those weekends when you'd come visit me.
and joke about how you just came over to see her.
i miss that.
i know you loved her.
good for her.

i can tell she misses you.
so do i.