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Cherdaphne Angel Oct 2016
Sometimes,
I wonder
...
What am I to you?
A human? A thing?
An animal? Or a place?

If I'm a human,
Am I disabled or ugly
That's why you ran away?

Or if a thing,
Am I a toy
That for any ******* reason,
I am built for you to play?

Do you mind?
Do you even care?

If I'm an animal,
Am I wild
For you to just
****?

Or a nice one
That you could just
Take benefit of
Then intentionally betray?

Am I a place? An area?
Just a part of your itinerary
Where you can come
And eventually go?

Am I alive or dead?
Do I even exist?
Even in your dreams?
Even if it is just pretend?

Do you even know me?
Would you even want
To know me?
Answer me!

I want to know
Because maybe
While you're a very
Special something to me
That I could
Just spend
The rest of my life
Finding out why,

I
Am
Just
Nothing
To
You.

So let
Me ask
You again,

What
Am
I
To
You?
Cherdaphne Angel Oct 2016
I thought that maybe
I was meant for him,
But he's not for me.

'Til then I knew,
There's no such thing
As meant to be.
Cherdaphne Angel Oct 2016
I remembered when we rode a plane
To a place I haven’t been before
And you had, so I thought that
You would give me the window seat,
But you didn’t.

I remembered when we had coffee.
Two sachets of cream were served to you.
I only got one, so I thought that
You would give me the other,
But you didn’t.

I remembered when we waited for 11:11.
We were quite weary, yet I held on
‘Til 11:11. You dozed off. I almost.
I thought you’d wait with me,
But you didn’t.

I kept asking myself
On why you weren’t the right one
And I remembered those little things.
What I thought you would,
But you didn’t.

How all of a sudden, I realized
That somehow, the little things
Are the ones that count.
And beyond those are *******.
I should’ve known.

I didn’t have any idea
That you weren’t the right one
When we were together;
When we fell for each other
And I should’ve.
Cherdaphne Angel Oct 2016
You've got a part
Of someone else.
I was too dumb
To put you first
Before myself.

— The End —