Flowers without fresh water will die. Poetry writing entries.

Second Best.

I could run a race with all my might but only ever get second place.
I should be fine with this spot.. I mumble as tears fall off my face.

But I'll always be second best.
Nothing more... maybe everything less.
I will never be anyone's first choice... I know if I was put with someone else and my friends would have to choose. it would always be the other person.
They say no I would always choose you, but then I mention over so and so, and the silence that falls over their faces if the same every time.
But I'll always be second best.
I loved you with every beat my heart made and every breath I took in my chest.

But atlas it wasn't good enough.
I'm sorry I take things so rough.

I should be fine with this place I've known it for too long I should be comfortable with it as it's been my home.
Then you came along put me at the top of your trophies, you took pride in me being your very best then you left me behind in the dust.
I must have a second best syndrome.

I'll never be seen I'm drowning in the background of everyone's heart.
Waiting to be found. And cherished once again.
But I don't think that's a reality that will ever reason.

Maybe one day I will be someone's first and favorite, but that's something that would be distantly distressed
Until then I'll always be little miss second best.

-Ilona Darling