I’m always the one

Easily forgotten,

Who no one wants

Or even really notices.

I’m always the one

Who is an afterthought,

Or last choice,

If I’m remembered at all.

I’m always the one

Easily replaced

Like a cheap vase

Or a used doormat.

I’m always the one

Who falls the hardest

And ends up broken.

I am no one’s first choice,

No one’s “dream girl,”

No one’s happiness.

I’m always the one

Who ends up cutting

When I’m awake,

Miserable, lonely,

Overthinking at 3am.

I got used to it,

Being replaceable,

Until I met you

And it would hurt the most–

No, it would kill me–

If you were to forget

About me, about us,

When I’m certain that

You’re “The One.”

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