2nd choice

I don't want to be 2nd choice 

I want to be the first one to hear your

morning voice 

and when 

rolling over

is not so easy without me 

smelling good morning beautiful 

behind me 

with your strong arms wrapped around me 

with-in the same beath  

(..intel...  ...exhel.. )

a release of happiness 

knowing you got me 

your submissive 

is what he called me 

but 

don't play me 2 fistful 

I might be young 

and my love maybe just for fun 

yet being with me 

is the ultimate package 

You can't get enough of 

put me first 

not your  second

you love playing the dominant one in my world 

my dreams 

fantasies 

imbracing 

the controller of my mind and body

using words to sway 

my anxiety 

mental illness 

keeps me in  love

smiling 

with tears falling 

feeding into deceit 

that was mistaken for pillow-talking

"but I love him"

 is what I tell myself knowing this shit isn't healthy.