POEM STARTER

Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹

Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.

Imagining

He called her name

And her eyes lit up

That feeling I would die to have

She walked up to the stand

Took his hand and then they went off into whatever wonderland


It’s okay it wasn’t me

He’s not the one I wanted anyways

The one I wanted was 3 men down the line

And I was confident that one day maybe he’d be mine


One

Two

Then three men

Called her name

They all made their way to the stand

Smile on their faces and I couldn’t wait

Cuz this time it must’ve been my turn


There he was standing before me

But something was off about his eyes

Like all the words he told me

Maybe he lied

It was him

And there was two of me

But the other was in disguise


He stood tall

His face looked guilty

Like he knew my heart was broke before

I knew mine

“I choose her.”

He said


For a moment I went blind

I was the only girl left

And only one more to the stand

It’s clear he didn’t want me

But I’m the only choice he had

Right?


I realized that was only ever in my head

Seeing myself chosen again again

When really I was never even a thought in anybody’s head.

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