She was never first choice
He kept her around as plan B
Would give her enough attention only to leave her baited on the line.
Dangling, hooked and waiting in agony to be caught.

She longed for every drop of affection
She survived on every sweet word or empty promise.
Only to watch him pass her by when someone else came along.
Used and tossed away like trash.

Whenever he was lonely or rejected
She was who he called
How cruel to tempt her with hope
Only to ****** it out of her hands.

No matter how many times the cycle would repeat
she came crawling at his feet
Over time her worth decayed and her heart turned to stone.
Left to envy others
Left to jealousy of happiness
Left to never know true love and acceptance.

And even as his bride
She was haunted, constantly looking over her shoulder.
Permanently comparing herself to others
Waiting for his next challenge to steal him away.

Knowing he could always count on his "Back Burner Bride"
to be his door mat and save the day.