how is it
that i held onto him for so long
waiting, waiting
for a sign of recognition
attraction
and it was an endless cycle of disappointment
anger
resentment
but i stuck with the false hope of him
that maybe,
somehow,
we'd be together
and when it ended
when he had finally put out my fire
you came along and called me beautiful
and i thought
to myself
how it was awfully ironic
that everything we want
comes when we aren't looking for it