The first snow of the winter fell as we were sitting in your dorm room. I was in your presence, but your thoughts were subscribed to him. I've tried getting your mind off of him but you always revert back to the look on your face with glazed eyes and a dreamy smile.
If only you looked like that when you thought of me.
I couldn't help but hope that your current state of mind was caused by me. But then again, you'd be speaking to me if it were.
In the heat of the hope, I asked who your thoughts were taken by, and his name spilled out of your mouth, warm and bleeding. Your eyes widen and you pause, like you've realized you made a mistake in the well rehearsed script of life. It's all downhill from here, I know how it goes. Everyone hates predictable endings, but in reality, who would ever want to go for the hard-fought, difficult ones? People reserve that kind of energy for battles and settle for easy when it comes to love.
I wish I could blame you, but I just can't.
When you quickly changed the subject, you weren't fooling anyone. I want to tell you that I can be your first choice. The one and only person that you'll ever need. I could learn to be good enough for you. My fingertips could spark fires across your skin, if only you'd let me.
But really, what would I truly be? Your fifth choice? Sixth?
But as they say, long live the king.
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