I waited for you
but you didn't come
you wanted me to stand in line
to wait longer
and hope it would be everything
I thought it would be
and not even try to wait for everyone else
someone always managed to cut the line
I stood on tiptoes to try to see
why.
sometimes it was obvious
they were thinner or more beautiful
but sometimes
they weren't
they were spiteful, awful
you came to me and asked me what to do
I died a little, every time
every ounce inside screamed
pick me!
but you didn't
you just wanted me to be there
I finally decided that I was done
turned in my dusty number, my run was done
and just as I walked away
then, you decided to call my name
it didn't happen then
and it won't happen now
I just want to forget it
I will always be
your almost replacement girl
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Balloons in Toronto
Poetrya collection of poetry, the innermost workings of my brain