Second Place

All it takes is the slightest bit of hope to make me feel like everything is okay.  All you have to say is that you love me and everything is okay again.  Suddenly, the whole world is different simply because you love me.  Everything is okay, endurable.

Until my brain starts functioning again.  Until I realize that you aren’t with me, that you’re with her.  That I wasn’t good enough for you to CHOOSE me over her.  That I’m probably nothing more than a self-esteem token…the hot, gamer chick that loved you.  I’m not going back into that.  I won’t play second fiddle.  I’ll fucking die before I ever do that again.  I’m worth more than second place.