When I wake up, I think of you,

Hearing your name is a memory cue.

I watch the shows you tell me about,

My feelings for you are real without a doubt.

When you text me, I always smile,

Being with you is so worthwhile.

But do I truly love you? That’s the question,

You are the object of my affection.

I can’t help but wonder,

If your feelings for me will plunder.

No matter how much I try,

I will always be second best, and that makes me cry.