being the last choice for everything gets tiring
constantly getting picked after those who can't even compare
i don't just want to have my hands on you like they do
i just want you
your eyes, lips, hair
you name it
i would never use you, i'm only capable of love anyways
i just wish you would've chosen me
but i guess being last
is first in the opposite direction
so at least i'm winning at something
that something is just pain
s. g.
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