Seen Your A List

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Saw your pinned chats — mine’s at the bottom, no emoji.

Left your phone on the couch, screen still lit,
went to close it — but I caught it.
Top of the list: ‘Good Morning, Sunshine’ with hearts,
then ‘Queen’ in bubble letters, saved with a crown at the start.
Yours said ‘Jas? Maybe.’ Cold. No flair.
Not even a fire — just a question mark hanging there.
I used to think it didn’t matter how we were named,
now I see — you don’t idolize what you never claimed.

And I scrolled back through texts you answered fast,
not mine — just a ‘👍’ when the moment had passed.
You typed ‘love you’ in lowercase, no caps, no care,
but for her, it’s a cursive tattoo in the air.

Saw your A list — now I know where I stand:
just a maybe in your pocket, not a hand to hold, not a plan.
Saw your A list — and I stopped pretending I could climb.
You rank love like playlists — and I’m stuck on shuffle, out of time.

Remember that dinner? You said she had plans,
but her name was #2 in your heart, not the back of your hands.
You saved her as ‘Babe,’ wrote ‘forever’ in notes,
while I’m just ‘Jasmine’ — full name, no quotes.
Even your mom calls her ‘sweetheart’ on texts.
I’m the one you introduce, then forget in the next.
Not a nickname, not a pet, not a song you replay —
just a soft ‘we’re hanging’ you text when you’re gray.

And I used to fight silence with jokes in the dark,
now I get it — you only light up for her spark.
No fire in ‘Hey’ — no stars in your eyes,
just a placeholder warmth when the main flame dies.

It’s not the lies — it’s the details you show.
The way you spell devotion in others’ names, not my flow.
You don’t hide it — you just don’t see
how it shatters me, slowly, quietly.
I was blind to the hierarchy,
now I see the seating chart clearly.

Saw your A list — now I know where I stand:
just a maybe in your pocket, not a hand to hold, not a plan.
Saw your A list — and I stopped pretending I could climb.
You rank love like playlists — and I’m stuck on shuffle, out of time.
Saw your A list — and I turned off the light.
No more chasing a seat that was never mine.

Saw your A list…