"you’re my second favorite,"
they said,
and i smiled,
like it didn’t carve
a jagged truth
into my chest.
i am the runner-up,
the consolation prize,
the one you call
when no one else picks up.
there is no space
in this world
for someone like me—
almost enough,
but never.
quite.
they say it doesn’t matter,
but why does it feel
like i’m disappearing?
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 11:27 PM UTC
"you’re my second favorite,"
they said,
and i smiled,
like it didn’t carve
a jagged truth
into my chest.
i am the runner-up,
the consolation prize,
the one you call
when no one else picks up.
there is no space
in this world
for someone like me—
almost enough,
but never.
quite.
they say it doesn’t matter,
but why does it feel
like i’m disappearing?
always second place
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