I will always be the second choice.
Never the first.
Because I'm not her. Because I'm not enough.
I'm never enough.
I'll always be his "second choice".
When I'm finally over it, you came back to me. And it breaks my heart, knowing that it's only because she had someone else.
Now you're broken-hearted, knowing the other you adored loves another. Funny isn't it, now you've become like me.
But you don't want to be alone. You can't handle the truth of being alone. So you come back to the girl you left, your "back up plan", your "second choice".
I'd like to believe that it's just because you don't want to be responsible for the consequences of your actions.
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Poems
PoesíaThis is a book that contains some of my deepest thoughts and conversations, most of the time it will be in the form of a poem. Call me a poet, whatever. These were made mainly in my spare time, in the middle of class, or when I'm having a overall de...
