You picked so many before me
That may not have gone anywhere
But it still feels odd to think about
Whenever you bring one of them up
How do you so casually mention
All the ones you liked before me?
The pretty girl with honey brown hair
Whose voice was stronger than mine?
The theatre girl with bright red lips
Whose future was more defined?
The gorgeous blonde, talented as hell
Who couldn’t mess up if she tried?
The one with a smile as bright as the sun
Whose positivity was always there?
The tall girl with the flawless skin
Who always caught the light in her hair?
My best friend, as clueless as she was
Was a choice before me, and still
You picked me for some reason
Sometimes I don’t quite understand
But I don’t like asking because
It feels like I’m desperate for compliments
You tell me I’m gorgeous
That I’m talented
You say I’m smarter
Than I give myself credit for
You repeat this over and over
And sometimes I believe it
But other times I’m reluctant to accept
What you have to say
But thank you for choosing me
Above all others
No matter how much better they may be
I’ll keep trying to repay everything
Because you mean that much to me
And you’re worth everything
I’ll spend my life to make you as happy
As you have made me