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.