She was never the one,
I wanted her to be...
Giving her all of me,
never asking for a thank you,
or even do you want me....
All I wanted was the smile,
the curvature of her lips to
say I like to be with you...
But I couldn't feed the hunger of
my heart with the maybe's
She was never the one,
I only fixated on her curvature.
Giving in to my insecurities
never asking if I was the one.
or even that I mattered to her.
All i wanted was to be loved.
The curvature of her heart to
mirror the image of what id
imagined our love to be.
Bee stung in the reality that i
wasn't her nectar,
more the annoyance that she'd settle
for to sting
I was a ****,
never the flower....
Only the one swotting her away
awaiting to
be
stung...