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Poem About Being Second Best

This is a poem about being second best to an ex. Having been with my partner for 22 years and having 3 children to him, I get hurt when I know he's being thinking about an ex he had before me (he saw her for 6 months; she was married and aborted his baby). Unfortunately, whenever my partner feels low, he starts to go over everything bad from his past and struggles to see what he has in his life now: a nice house, car, loving and loyal partner, and three amazing kids.

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Second Best

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Published: June 2016

I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.

You'll always love her for the rest of your life,
But she didn't want you; she was another man's wife.

She used you and left you a shell of a man.
I picked you up and gave you all that I can.

I give you my all, and it's never enough.
Reading the memoirs you write for her are extremely tough.

I hate a woman I've never even met.
She took the best of you, and left you a wreck.

To her, you were merely an escape and a fling.
The day she abandoned you, then you felt her sting.

But why spend so many years trying to turn back time?
I've got the punishment for another woman's crime.

I hate myself for being second best.
I should have left you alone and searched like the rest.

But for you I felt pity, I saw a person to heal.
But my emotions are wasted, you don't care how I feel.

I should feel loved, wanted and desired.
Instead I feel lonely, weary and tired.

A few words of wisdom to my younger self,
It's better to be left up on the shelf.

Don't put up with less than you deserve.
You should always be a priority, never a reserve.

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  • by Jennifer Galloway
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Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Angels in heaven can't describe
The way I feel about you.

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