Last Resort

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