Second feels like that sense of euphoria
when I’m with you,
but I’m sure you make everyone feel that way too.

Second feels like watching you;
oblivious and slightly vain,
a thousand eyes set on you.

Second feels like loathing me;
Naked, bland, completely ordinary.
How I wish I could be like you too

Second feels like a worry.
Knowing they’d pick you
because we are all planets orbiting you, the sun
and no one looks at Pluto