Who slipped through the cracks
Of your brokenness
Only to occupy the emptiness
Left behind
To keep you from feeling
It's vacant sting
Never to be enough
Loved enough
Seen enough
Cherished enough
Or, leave a hole
Of my own
In my inevitable absence...
Never To Be The Dream.
The idea.
The standard.
Above all others —
No matter how extraordinary
Worthy
Deserving
I might be...
Am.
Or,
The love of your life.
The one who would
Or, even could
Inspire you
To one day boldly proclaim
"I've never loved any woman
The way that I
Love you!"
Not your everything
Or, even first.
Only The Shallow Water
That lines the abyss
That was once
Your heart.
For, that space...
That space will always
Belong to another.
Less worthy. Less true.
Less pure.
Less ME.
But, you don't want (SEE) me.
Not really.
Or, you'd be, things would be
This would be...
Different.
So, I...
And, I...
I am only here
To occupy
The void
Until I am left
With one of my own...
—AnOmali™
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