second. at any rate.

[kristensue]

 I am a second-place, second-rate girl.
gave him my passwords, my body, my heart and now

now i'm just "really really good"
and she's still "amazing"

fantasy or not, it hurts. it kills, it burns.

he showed up in my dream last night
he just resumed normality
and laughed at my questions.

and i am so lost in feeling second-best.

him: yes i want to date her, but i want to date you more.
him: she was this amazing fantasy, but you're this good reality.
me: but not amazing.
him: but really really good.

brown hair. brown eyes. smarts and sighs. i've got nothing.
he calls my crafts intrusive, while he gawks at her art
even my poetry doesn't enthrall him,
not like her facepaint facade.

i am nothing, but i love still.