The Second Thought

I’m not showered in love like the others
Even when I put my best efforts into you:
Lend you a warm shoulder of understanding,
A comfort blanket to protect your heart
And someone to swipe away your warm tears.
To late night calls, deepest secret sharing,
And embraces that could melt a heart of steel.

But I am always the second thought;
Or maybe the third, or the fourth, or the fifth.
Or maybe I’m the last thing you’d think about:
A back burner item, an acquaintance at best,
A filler character in your beautiful story.

When you were what momentarily lit my world
And consumed my naive heart.