I thought I'd be the one to end it
That it wouldn't be you that'll break my heart
But that nine worded text you sent me
Shattered it to crumbs of glass, tore me apart.

You were the one with sweaty palms at our first meeting
Your shaky voice trapped my mind
But now it is me that sits here weeping
The night reminding me that I was blind

You expected rejection when you confessed,
Expected me to depart
But it is me now comparing myself to her,
the one that caught your heart

tightly within her grip
as she snatched it from my loose grasp
I never knew your worth
until you left, until I saw you last

The sun has a
        twinkle
   As it rises over
            the mountain
       High
Similar to the one in
         Your eyes
   That lights up my
         dreary nights
   And somehow
      Makes them bright
  Like the stars,
        barely seen
Against the
       glowing moon
   I am hidden
               behind clouds
    You are the sun
Always shining through
        But there could
     Never be me
           **Without you

I make a point of wearing silver instead of gold when I can
Because gold is first place
Everyone wants to be golden
So many poets agree sunset and dawn
Are the most beautiful times of day
Both of which are golden
But I disagree
Nighttime has its own peculiar but enchanting charm
With its crowning jewel, the silver moon.
To me, it is agony like no other that surpasses not placing at all
To be placed second
To have come so close
Yet fall just one place short
And watch as the Golden one
Outshines you, the Silver.
As a tribute to the unspoken grievers
The Silvers with their quiet beauty like the darkness
Just before dawn, yet unloved for they fell short
I wear silver.
For the Silver Seconds.

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