| I knew you had been taken from me, but no one told me I had to accept it. I believed your delicate touch, and your compassionate words that still echo in my ears had more signifigance to you. After all the attempts, the losing and all the downright failures, I had won. I won what I desired for once in my life. And my smile could actually have real happiness attached to it. But you knocked me down to the second slot. I could have been number two million, and it would have hurt the same. It wasn�t the amount I fell, just that I was no longer suited for the top in your eyes. While your pressing your soft lips against hers, and stroking your hands through her sun sprayed hair, I wonder if second has signifigance to you at all. If my thoughts could reach you at all, if my anger could penetrate you and tear apart your insides, I�d be satisfied. But does my empty satisfaction really quench my real desire? My insatiable desires forever parched. Beyond all the screaming in the fights, all the letters that were burned, all the doors slamming; I�m still second. And I haven�t gotten anywhere with you. |