Second Best

I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.

You'll always love her for the rest of your life,
But she didn't want you; she was another man's wife.

She used you and left you a shell of a man.
I picked you up and gave you all that I can.

I give you my all, and it's never enough.
Reading the memoirs you write for her are extremely tough.

I hate a woman I've never even met.
She took the best of you, and left you a wreck.

To her, you were merely an escape and a fling.
The day she abandoned you, then you felt her sting.

But why spend so many years trying to turn back time?
I've got the punishment for another woman's crime.

I hate myself for being second best.
I should have left you alone and searched like the rest.

But for you I felt pity, I saw a person to heal.
But my emotions are wasted, you don't care how I feel.

I should feel loved, wanted and desired.
Instead I feel lonely, weary and tired.

A few words of wisdom to my younger self,
It's better to be left up on the shelf.

Don't put up with less than you deserve.
You should always be a priority, never a reserve.