Second Best Poem by Kevin Carney

Why am I always second best?
Through those nights we walked.
The silence came all too late.
You told me you needed me…
Came running when you were in need.

I was always there.
The minute you knew you were fine…
You drifted away.
The silence, the lost calls…
the texts that were never answered.
Was it that it was just convenient for you?

Tell me the truth…
If it’s all in your vocabulary…
What was then, and what is now?
You know all so well I died a thousand times.
The cuts of your knife just so deep….

Scars that won’t heal…
The blood of my veins opened and torn.
The wounds left by your talons leaving deep marks…
Your bites inflicted leaving me bruised and scarred.
A brand for everyone to see…

I wanted to be the one…
To walk with you through the flames of upheaval…
To fight for you even if you are wrong…
Somehow I don’t think you really understand…
Why I am always there in the end?