Second Place

I hate theme parks,

And store perfume isles,

I hate the way that they smell,

And how they drive me so wild.

I miss slide tops,

And the metal, plastic bars.

I miss the way that I kissed you,

And how the world was only ours.

And I know that it’s too late,

I know you were never all that great.

But I wish that it were different,

I wish I wasn’t misread.

I hope I’ll see the shootings stars,

Praying to all the gods,

That I wasn’t so ignorant.

I loved summer,

And sitting by the pond,

I loved that way you laughed,

How you’d make me come undone,

Well good riddance!

Finally I’m free,

From every single touch,

And the way you’d scowl at me.

I know you’ll flinch before I do,

’Cause the punches don’t surprise me anymore.

I know it won’t be different,

I know I’ll always be misread,

Still I hope to see the shootings stars,

Praying to every god,

That I wasn’t so ignorant.

’Cause you were Jupiter,

And I was only Juno.

’Cause you were Immanuel,

And I was only Judas,

Second place,

And ruthless.