Never the One
I think I know
why I’m unlovable.
I’ll never be able
to give you
what you expect,
what you need.
I’ll never be the person
you want me to be.
I’m a difficult soul,
with nicks and scars
I try so hard to hide,
so no one will ever know
who I really am.
I’m a book with illegible writing
that no one can decipher.
I’m not a beauty
that lights up a room
like the first sunlight
in the morning.
I’m more like the clouds
that drift in front of the sun,
covering everything
in dark grey.
More like fog
on lonely streets,
no light to guide
your way.
I’ll never be the healing
that friends need by their side,
the rock in the storm
when it’s too loud
and windy to stand still.
I’ll never give a boy
what he longs for—
no fire to warm a heart
on cold December days.
Never the good sister
loved unconditionally
no matter what.
No blood to bind
when everything else breaks.
I’m not that person.
I never will be.
No matter how hard
I bend or try—
I’m never the one.
