For as long as i can remember
Ive always just been an option
Just the troubled kid
My parents put up with
Just another pretty girl
A bored and unavailable boy
Wanted on the side
Just one of his options
Thats never blonde enough
To be the one in the end
Just the friend
Only reached out to
When something is needed
All my life
Ive been taught to think
I could never be the better option
I could never be the priority
For someone else
Ive never felt what its like
How the hell can i know
Even the first step
To putting myself first
When no on else did?
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Call It What You Want [A Poetry Collection]
Poetry[PUBLISHED WORK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON] This is for the misfits. the heavy hearts. the broken minds and the lost souls. this is for the bruised lovers with tainted skin. the options left behind, not good enough to be put first. this is for the readers...
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