Favorite

Was I ever really his favorite?

From the words, he spilled,

I would have been inclined to believe it,

but his actions say otherwise.

Was I ever anyone's favorite?

I've been chronically revered but overlooked at the same time.

They spoke so highly of me, for someone so apt to abandon at a moment's notice.

I couldn't imagine him willing to take the time to get to know me,

and yet I expended my energy to know him;

it's funny,

to think I vowed my love to someone so distant.

I have never been the favorite,

I have always been the connecting piece from one person to another,

leading them to each other like a sheep dog with its flock;

I have always been alone,

One way or another.