Second place is the first to lose

One message 

An Instagram notification in my inbox from an unfollowed account 

I never get DMed

Opening was the worst possible choice I could've made

Recognizing the name should've been a sign to not read the message 

But I did

"You're just a replacement for me, if I ever come over she'd drop you in a second for me."

It didn't name anyone 

But it didn't have to 

I didn't cry or scream 

Because deep down I knew it was true

I'll never be her first pick

She tells me that I'm someone she wants

But I never could shake the feeling 

That it wasn't me she was picturing in her mind

It wasn't my lips she wanted to kiss

That it wasn't me she wanted to move forward with

That it just wasn't me she wanted.

Sometimes the worst pain

Is what you've known all along 

Because even though 

It is me she kisses

It is me she messages 

It is me she says she wants,

I will always be second place in her heart.