Second Best

This is a poem I wrote again in high school about a guy on my bus route who always made me his second best, and one day I finally gave up on it

I've never been good at second best
This isn't a game, this isn't a test
I'm not here for just a day, then it's done
Not made to be the girl who’s the other one
You took something I'll never get back
Like it was just some random knick-knack
I won't be your second best, I just won't
It's either you love me now, or you don't
I'm not good at being anyone's second best
It's first or nothing, you should know the rest