Second Best

My heart breaks for your broken heart.

I’ve fallen in love with you

while you cry in private places

for someone who doesn’t care.


I’m no good for you either.

Wrong in a thousand different ways

for feeling this way, at least I feel



I can’t give you anything you need,

just love. I could settle for less

if only you would let me get that far.

I’m your sometimes friend.


You tell your secrets to somebody else,

a stranger, my friend your acquaintance,

I feel invisible. Perhaps you know

I want too much.


Feeling helpless in your despair,

telling you things you don’t want to hear.

You're too good for him, you cling to your hope,

I stay your second best.

The End

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