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When it comes to a shot at happiness

I usually run in fear

I put on a show that night for

you, just for

you.

I'm not really like this.

My greatest offense is

laughing too loudly.

My dramatic walk is for

you, just for

you.

She sits up

high on her throne, 

the top of the monkey bars

on a playground I used to love

But now it reminds me of that night.

She talks, 

laughs

easily, 

without asking any questions, 

without doubting herself, 

smiling and sweeping

she brings in the boys.

She's a storm, 

rain pounding harder

until you have no choice

but to let yourself get wet.

I sprint after her, 

always a follower, 

always her beta, 

always second in line.

But it's too late.

She's already moved on

to another town

another set of monkey bars

another boy who will kiss her

laugh with her

and think he loves her.

I'm not like her.

But that night

I played her game

I showed off my best side for

you, just for

you.