Now that you're with her

It used to be
that every time you would walk by,
each time I noticed you online,
the butterflies would go crazy.
My face would turn bright red.
And as you passed me in the hall,
a smile would cover my face.

Now that you're with her,
every time I see you,
a little more my heart does break.
Instead of wondering how you feel,
I am reminded that I am simply not good enough.
And my stomach gets tied in knots.
I miss how it used to be;
I miss you.