Every year that passed
The hope faded until

Long ago, without my knowledge,
It extinguished completely

In my prettiest dress,
I slumped lower each hour

Until the sun set and
I'd know you weren't coming

Mom would have to try
To convince me again

And now I won't dress nice,
Not for anyone.

And I won't be vulnerable
Never again.

Because you taught me to believe
That I'm not worthy of your time

And my only defense was pretending
You weren't worthy of mine.