My Love Reality
I have wasted
six years on you.
Six long years
of me thinking
that one day
it’ll be me and you,
six years
thinking one day
I’ll come back
and we’ll be
happily ever after.
I have spent
six long years
being everything to you.
Your friend,
your lover,
a repeat offender.
I have loved you.
My heart
has always been yours
for six long years,
and you tell me about
the one that got away,
and the one that left you.
Neither of them is me.
You selfishly put me
in the position
to be your confidant,
your advisor.
We talk business,
and yet,
I’m still the only one in love.
I’m still the only one
foolish enough
to hang on to hope
when you have shown me
and in ways told me,
that it is not me.
It will never be me.
Six years.
Six long years.
I have given everything to you.
I have encouraged you,
I have educated you,
I have been honest,
kept my feelings true.
Six long years.
I have looked out for you,
I have stood by
while you chased other girls,
and still slept
with me at night.
But it’s not about the past,
we’re still here,
now.
I have locked
my heart up for you,
for six years.
I have passed
on many other loves,
to sickeningly
be faithful to you,
and I was never an option.
You have lied to yourself,
thinking we could ever be
more than we were.
You think by
repeating yourself
that you’ll begin to believe
the lies you’re forcing
down your heart.
It was never me.
I was never her,
not before,
not six years later.
I have foolishly
been so naive.
For six years,
I have been in love
with the same man,
that has never,
and will never
be in love with me.
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