He was never mine
I shared his bed from time to time
He would open up to me
Let me in just a little bit
Then close tightly shut
Like a clam
I never judged him about anything
His mentall illness
His sleep apnea
His erectile dysfunction
His issues with drugs
His commitment issues and fears
His anxiety and depression
How he would always go MIA and push me away
I always waited
I was always there
I loved him for many years
Even though he was never mine
I think I'll love him forever
The stupid heart wants what it wants
I still love him
I think I always will
He'll always be the one that got away
He was beautifully broken
Like me in a lot of ways
On the inside
I thought I could fix him
I have a nasty habit of loving people that don't love me
And vice versa
Such an unfortunate paradox
I see the good in people
Where there isn't any
People that hurt me
For many different reasons
I give them endless chances
I'm stubborn
I'll never learn
It's never my turn