Hold onto love ll

The other woman

I'm always the other woman
who receives one-sided love
who gets picked last
who watches everyone find their magic love
As I sit here and watch
guys come to me for comfort
for something to grasp on to
when it doesn't work out
I hate how easy I am to fall into their traps
how much I wish to not be the other one for once
wanting to be someone's first choice
longing to feel their warm embrace
but getting left with an empty, cold space
being all alone