Maybe someday we’ll get it right

Tonight, it eats at me.
I’m a secret entry in your diary.
A passage you reveal over time but so slowly that no one will notice.
It’s hard I know, scary even. I’ll never claim to understand why it’s so difficult to rip the bandaid off.
Maybe because I was prepared to do it and have done it before for you.
Perhaps you should stay
If it’s so difficult then there’s clearly things there that I cannot give you.
I’ll stay
I’ll be your friend
I’ll still visit
But I cannot continue to be a competitor in your heart.
I deserve to be shown off and loved excitedly.
I don’t like to pry, and I don’t like to rush.
But I’ve waited so long already..
Years even to give you unconditional love.
Is it not enough?
Am I not enough?
I’ll say it’s fine and it’s ok but in my heart I know it isn’t.
It eats at me.
I don’t want to be a mistress.
A side chick.
A back up plan.
A second choice.
A secret.
A lie.

I deserve better. At least I think I do...

Reviews

[Chris]

This one says something the others of yours did not... "unconditional" - truly THAT is one of the hardest words to say ...ever... and mean - seems it was/isn't after all, sigh.