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Apr 2016
Hello, I would like to introduce myself. I am a last resort. Nobody ever decides I am the kind of guy they could see themselves with. I know myself well enough toΒ Β know I am not the forever guy. Hell I am lucky if I even get to be the for a while guy. Most of the time I am just the for a few minutes guy. The one people turn to when they need a smile and to vent but no one else gives a **** enough to currently listen. I will sit and let you spew all the venom you wanna fling at them so you don't actually have to. Tell me exactly how you feel. Lie to me, tell me you miss me, you love talking to me, you wish you could find a guy like me. I know none of it is true. Then once you are done the next day you will be gone again. Back to the one who just the night before you couldn't stand. You couldn't believe how selfish, childish, distant and ignorant he was. Now though, now he is your prince charming, your one and only, the most amazing guy you have ever known and the guy you can't wait to marry. Then you have me. The one who will sink back into my pit of depression and just wait for the next person who needs a smile. That is all I am good for. To make others happy while I lose my fight with reality more everyday. Give the empty remains you leave of me to the bottles I always swore to stay away from. You all know I would give my all to make sure you get at least a few moments of peace in your hectic lives but what will happen when I run out of pieces to give because honestly I am approaching that point sooner and sooner and it scares me. The emptier I get the fuller the glasses I drink become. I know soon I will go out in a **** while you keep on shinning bright for the one you chose. Good for you. I am so happy for you. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy even if it means you are with someone else. See I can lie too. I have learned from the best. People wonder how I became so cold but it is easy when you are always left alone with your demons. I am never a first choice, I am what you call the last resort.
JordanP
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JordanP  23/M/Maine
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