[Second Best]

The storm howling beneath me,
In a twisting, turning doom.
I get closer to the edge,
I tell you when I’m one step closer
To the ledge.
You turn away.
I swore to you, that you laughed
Under your breath.
You deny me truth,
For I am but second best.
Where could this path take me?
This path of being unwanted,
Odd ball out,
Third wheel.
Where shall it take me?
Where will I take myself,
But one more step closer to the edge.
But I’ve got no where to go,
So I’ll wait for you to push me all the way.
I stare at your face,
You glut for something else.
My hair whips around my face,
Blinding me.
I’m second best, aren’t I?
Of course, That’s why my soul hangs over needles.
And your eyes light up with interest,
With pleasure.
You take the steps need be to reach me.
You wrap your arms around my waist.
So gently kiss me, so gently soothe this
Aching soul.
Then in one quick movement,
You place your palms upon my shoulders,
And shove me as hard as you can.
Off the edge.
Off the edge.
My body jolting backward and
Spiraling downward.
My pretty dress whipping around me.
Off the edge.

.Alyss.
6.21.08