I know, deep down somewhere around my toes, that I am second best.
I ache with the knowledge of not being good enough. It breaks my heart to think of the world that will never be, the world that will never know of the unison between our hearts, or lips.
A tender caress of my neck, and I knew, I knew I could love you.
But as I ask the fatal question, "Who were you with?" and watch guilt flicker across your face.
My toes know, and jealousy kills what love once sought. I am not first in your heart, and with a heavy weight pressing down on me, I realise - you are second in mine.
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