(This isn't about him.)
You started this.
It started with you.
The feelings were there, for both of you.
Then, they were only one sided.
The feelings have jumped to a different subject.
But apparently with the same intensity.
It wasn't me.
It never was.
It's okay.
I know my place.
Sixth or seventh down the line.
Not even a second choice.
I don't feel important compared to you.
You're the first choice, while I'm the thirty-second.
I'm always being compared to you now.
I feel unimportant.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
שיריםI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
