Not won or fought for, just arrived at.
by nixandco
Here’s how it feels to be second best.
To be the booby prize. To be the consolation:
Thrust upon the ungrateful recipient
Without desire. Without elation.
Tears are shed for the deed to come
For her loss. For choosing me?
Though he choses to stay wed
It’s an achingly hollow victory.
Sad to be the booby prize, but consolation means a lot, one day soon love might waken, and find you and not the one then forgot…
Marriage can be hell, heaven, or just somewhere two souls meet.., I’m somewhere in between them all.,. A sad poem, heartrendingly sad… xPenx
HI,
I’m not sure whether to offer congratulations or commiserations.
I hope life gives you what you want, and that whatever happens you are happy with that gift. I’m sorry I don’t even know your name to make this message more personal….
All my very best wishes and good luck xxx