I remember looking at you.

While you looked at her.

You had that dreamy look in your eyes.

I would know for I always looked at you like that.

You would constantly talk about her.

As I faked smiles acting like I was okay.

You would take about how much you loved her.

As I nodded my head smiling while I was far from broken inside.

I remember the Saturdays you used to visit me in.

We would watch movies as you held me.

My heart would always beat for you.

I remember when you came crying one day telling me that she didn't love you back.

You kept telling me that she was too good for you.

While I always knew that you were too good for anyone.

I remember how my best friend would talk to each other.

While I sat on the corner listening to them talking.

They would laugh at things I never thought were funny.

I faked laghed un till my cheeks began to pain.

I remember the days when he left his family for than one woman.

I remember when I would never be the first choice.

How useless.

Broken.

It felt.

For I would shed tears for those who never had me constantly in their head.

For I am always.

The Second Choice.