They liked the first.
I didn’t expect it —
but now I expect myself to do it again.
It’s never easy,
the second time.
What if it flops?
What if the first was luck,
and everything after is proof?
So here’s one —
just to get it over with.
A second breath
after the first gasp.
I’ve read so many poems on this site and honestly, it just made me feel worse.
“Wedding Coffee” was my reason for making this account. It blew up, and now I’m scared it was a one-hit wonder.
I know I can’t compete with that straight away… but this poem isn’t about being better. It’s just to help with the stress of a second poem trying to live up to the first.