Even though I am the second person in your life, I still feel first, even though you say you love her. Even though I am there when you want someone to comfort you. I'll always feel I am the better one. You say how much you love her. And then come crawling back to me with more favors to ask of. And ask me to excite you. You know I will, I will always excite you. You may say I'm desparate and take pity on my life. But inside you really want me; I can feel it. You tell me I'm beautiful; you're the only one I believe. You may feel sorry, but I know you love me. I'm always waiting around fore you to get back. Sometimes I wait a little longer than expected. That's alright, in the end you will be with me. You say you love her, but I know you love me.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem 11/27/96 and at this time I was basically whipped by a guy I thought really cared.
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