Second place? When did I become comfortable being second place? It had begun with not putting as much effort during a race when I was little, to not caring enough about my grades in secondary school; could I possibly wonder why I got comfortable in second place?
I wanted to be first for the first time.The truth is that I wanted to own him, he will be mine and not shared. I couldn’t even pretend to own part. He wasn’t shares, every contribution would not pan out for better at the end but I wanted him so bad. F**k clichés but I wanted him like air. His touch was electrifying. Just his finger tips on my skin got me squeezing lips and releasing juices all over and he wasn’t mine yet.
She sure was enjoying. Did she even know his worth? Appreciate his thoughts, his dreams and resolute visions? Did she pray for him, kiss him good morning and night? I could have boasted of the aforementioned but I knew he only kissed me goodnight. I hated that but what could I do? As usual, I had settled into second position.
I am tired of nibbles, I want to be full. Can you read it babe? Do you feel it when I touch you unconsciously when you are sleeping off the Itis from our passionate love making? Can you feel it babe when I get angry even when I have no right to be? Can you? I don’t want to be second babe, can you feel how competitive I’m getting?
I think you can. Yes! I see how you stare at me when I put my clothes back on, I see how you keep silent when I answer another call from who you and I know can be a replacement. I see how you swell up yet say nothing because you know there’s nothing to be said after all, you aren’t mine and I’m not yours!
Or am I? Am I? I’m tired of the games babe. The finish line isn’t so close, not because I’m not as good as she is, maybe it’s because as usual I’m beginning to wear out from fighting so hard for someone else’s property and your vulnerabilities seem like a lot to carry.
The truth is… I want you as long as you are unavailable. Don’t yield babe. Please don’t! I just might nibble and let you stay out in the cold. The chase is only sweet when there’s someone to pursue. Don’t let me catch up babe! I don’t wanna be second place!