I should have let it go
The hope to have a person called mine
One I didn't have to share
Because they would understand
Just how important to me they were
One who knew me
Maybe better than I know myself
Who knew that I would
At will lay myself down for another
Even if at the pretext that they care
Because all my life I longed only
For affection
Attention
possibly even Perfection
Something told me such a person
Existed not
But as I held that conversation in my head
I felt the need to hold on to a hope
I knew would eventually be dashed
© Dena's_poetry