Was there truly someone out there to understand me better than the illusion I have been running from?
Was there ever someone
where tears could fall
without being left alone?
The little fragile soul
keeps finding countless mistakes
that never truly knew me.
They fall back
and come forward
in disguise.
I am getting tired
of hearing the same things
and feeling the fear
I have carried for so long.
Loving me
when strength was not yet built,
then leaving
as if I were a burden.
Words spoken
from this small mouth
were never seen
as something expressed daily.
Confusion lingers,
yet not once
have I felt
truly important.
I will wait
for the one.
And that someone
is the one
I have been searching for.
The one meant for me,
given by the universe,
the comfort
longed for all along.