Second Best

I was always a protected child.
I never went to parties, sleepovers, and I never had them either.
I had the best friends in the world.
I was the best kid I could be.
Until I met . . . him.
I thought he was the, “love of my life.”
I was wrong.
I thought he loved me.
I let him turn me bad.
If I let our relationship go ant farther I bet I would of let him have his way with me.
We never went on a date.
I was always asking him if he was cheating on me . . . I was right.
He lied about his age.
He lied and told me that he loved me.
This other girl looked and apparently was better than me.
Will I always be second best?
A rebound girl?

Last Days

The doctor told me that he only had days left.
I decided to make them the best days of his life.
In the hospital is where we.
He held my head in his hands.
I gave him all the magazines he liked.
I read his favorite book to him.
I got him the newspaper everyday.
We played catch after school with the football, I wanted him to feel normal.
We watched all the movies he liked with him.
I brought his CD’s and boom box to him.
Then the doctor told me that they estimate that he only had one day left.
I cried for hours on end.
I didn’t know what else to do.
I asked him what he wanted.
He answered my question with one simple word, “you”.
I lay in the hospital bed next to him.
He held me close so that I could hear his heartbeat.
I tried not to miss one beat of that beautiful big heart of his.
Then his heartbeat stopped, he was gone.

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Hello everyone what's up? I'm Morgan a.k.a Riley. I write poems and books for a living. I love my friends, family, and my cat, Spice. You might remember m from my other blog v-random-things, so . . . comment on my poems and stuff.!