#secondplace
I'm not perfect
I have never been perfect
I will never be perfect
But knowing that
won't stop me from
trying
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 10:21 PM UTC
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
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 5:17 AM UTC
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
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
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.
Please repost if you are a Silver too
Comment please! I love to read interpretations of my work.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC