Slipping Out

I'm pretending I don't see him sitting there
I look past him like he's dust
He does the same, why should he care?
I was never more than, was merely a 'just'

So the dust and I pass one another in swirls
Me a shade of green, his color bluer
He looks from not-me to other girls
His absent glance says it couldn't be truer

I was only a second choice
That night, and then that night as well
My thoughts snap back as I hear his voice
Saying her name in a tone that tells

I touch my cheek and bite my lip
To ensure I don't, that I don't slip