I wanted to be the kind of girl
That made you feel like
I was the only one in the world.

I wanted to be the kind of girl
That made looking at other girls
Mostly unfulfilling and pointless.

I wanted to be the kind of person
That you would be terrified to lose.

But with reality settling in,
And my realization
Of my being so easily replaceable
To family,
And on the coming anniversary
That reminds me consistently
Of what a poor friend
And person
I am

I realize
I am not
That kind of girl
That you long for.

I am not the kind
Of person
To be missed.
People do not
Get attached to me.
And why should they?

I keep telling myself
That i deserve the love
I keep trying to give
Everyone else.
And i keep telling myself
That i deserve someone
Who would be terrified to lose me.

But i don't think
Anyone would be.