Or third or fourth,
After work or school,
another girl or his ex.
Always after number one:
himself,
his car,
his motorcycle,
his friends,
his needs-

The sad sinking feeling
when you realize that
you've become comfortable
coming in last place

You take the crumbs he
feeds you while you let
him feast on your lips

This, in your mind, is love
and you'd never ask for
more because you don't
deserve to come in first