And just for thought...
He gave me a request to write another poem all for him, dedicated to the unattainable man!
I wonder what he is looking for.
Validation for a man who has no one else to lift him up.
What words could I possibly give him to ease his guilt?
He wants what I cannot give him, probably never could.
He cried for the games he played, for a love that was never on the table.
I sat, dry eyed, listening to another man make sweet lines out of thin air.
Words based on nothing.
He longed to see me break, to see me care,
because it was the only reason he ever stood beside me,
because my concern was his goal, not my love.
The last poem I wrote for him, blindsided by lust, drowning in loneliness,
gave him smiles, exactly what he wanted.
I have no words, no sympathy.
I have nothing to offer a man who will always take too much.
Dedicated to a man I prefer to never know again, this poem.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.