I heard my phone ringing but I declined
I thought we were perfect but soon I knew it was all a lie.
The lie the hurt and all of the hate.
When I saw you with her I knew it wasn’t fate.
Because this wasn’t love this isn’t what you said all the text messages the calls the everything it was in my head.
the incitement the excitement the infatuation the numb
But in the end all I felt was the stupidity the anger I felt dumb.
Dumb to believe you dumb to return my heart sank when I saw you hug her
My heart began to burn.
Not the burn that gives me a smile.
Not burn that lasts a while.
But the burn you would recieve as a child.
I liked you so much sometimes I would wake up just to hear your voice
But little did I know no matter what happens.
I’ll always be the second choice...
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Author:
Alexandra Hernandez (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: -Note to reader- From a personal experience being cheated on or being the second choice is the worst feeling ever you can love someone and love them hard and be the last person they wanna choose. You want someone to love you as much as you love them and they don't feel the same. They hurt you over and over again and you crawl back to them because you love them so strongly They are all you think about you can pretend to hate them but can never hate them because when you see them you imagine everything you could've had or had -
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Comments1
I know this burn. A fire kindled in a broken heart, that scar as it molds each break together by it's touch. Well expressed dear.
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