Rebound

I am your rebound. I am his rebound. Nothing more, nothing less. I am the reason the vision is clearer. I am the second best. The might have been if things were different. But they're not and they never will be. It's sad but inevitable. A fact that has to be accepted. I don't want to be anybody's rebound. I want to be somebody's everything and him mine. I want to give and take in return. I want to love and be loved equally. I don't want to try to impress anyone. I want to be loved for every little detail that I am. To be admired and understood. I want to be cherished. I want him to watch me as I sleep. To think of my smile when I am away. To miss holding me in his arms. I want him to look in my eyes and be able to read all my love shining through them. I don't want to have to fight for what I know I deserve. I will never be the number two....ever again.