Poetry Writing: Attempt 3

Do you know what it feels like
When you become someone’s second
And know for sure you’re not as important to them
As you were before
Remembering how you used to think
That they would always give you
Their highest priority
All the times they told you how
You’ll always be their first
Now has you thinking
How much of a fool you were
Blindly believing, blatantly trusting
Almost sure that this time
It might be true
That perhaps, for once, your love
Would be returned equally or more
But you were wrong
They think you haven’t noticed
Or maybe they haven’t realized it themselves
That you will soon stop loving them
Very soon, you would distance yourself
And refuse to tolerate the fact
That you’re expected to love someone
When they’ve already replaced you
You can see it in the little things
That they usually did with you
But do no more
Do you know what it feels like
To feel the distance grow
Watching what’s familiar fade away
Do you know what it feels like
To become a stranger to someone so close
Do you know what it feels like to be left
With nothing but memories

Because I do.