Instead

I stare at the empty wall,
with nothing left to do.
It cuts like ice that after all,
He's still stuck on you.
No matter how hard I tried,
I was really just a fool.
You were a beautiful rolling tide,
and I a popped blow-up pool.
He'll describe me as just nice,
but in the same breath you are great.
I know I don't suffice
Next to you I'm second-rate.
It's always been plain to see,
that he loves you instead of me.

So I curl up and lay down to cry,
Pretend that it's not real.
But when I look into his eyes,
I know just how he feels.
Maybe I could have been enough,
If you never tried to compete.
Why is love so rough?
I can no longer stand the heat.
It burns me up inside,
To see him staring at you.
It hurts most that he lied,
with every single 'I love you.'
One day I'll be buried in the ground,
and maybe then he'll love me in the second time around...

Author's Note

double sonnet if thats even a thing. please review

Reviews

[Rose of Gondor]

It hurts to be second best in any relationship, romantic or otherwise. Nice sonnet. :D

[Amanda]

well the relationship doesnt exist now so ig i dont have to feel that way anymore..
thanks

[.]

Its a double English sonnet at that. Great job

[Amanda]

thanks

[Shreyas Tripathy]

It always hurts to know that you are a third wheel or the next person ( not the first )
That has been very well reflected here ! Beautifully written ... amazing rhyming and carries that burning desire that makes a poem more beautiful !
Very nice !

[Amanda]

thanks