Second Best

She looks at me with that “Little Girl Look” in her eyes and I can’t tell her that she’s second best.

I can’t tell her she’s an “eight out of ten” and I wan to live a “ten out of ten life.”

I can’t tell her I’ve “settled.”

I can’t tell her “I want more.”

I can’t tell her “I’m worth it.”

I can’t break her heart

We live in an “80/20” world.

So I will sacrifice my 20% for her 100%

How can I break her heart?

Then she says, “We need to talk.”

Oh, shit.

“Listen,” she smiles softly. “It’s not you, it’s me…”

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