I’m the One.
The One your mother told you to cherish.
The One your father told you not to mess over.
The One media deems to be a “basic bitch” in one breath, then makes memes about craving in another.
I’m the One.
The One you don’t want.
The One that you’ll check up on in three months knowing I’ll answer because I’m a “good person.”
I’m the One that you need. I’m the One that you don’t see.
You’re distracted so you get what you need, but I’m left in the dark.
You’re damaged so you abuse me
You’re not ready so you just keep me around until that magical day
You won’t commit
You chose someone else.
You have a million excuses.
Maybe you just know I’m out of your league.
Perhaps you’re too insecure to believe that you actually deserve me.
I’m the “too good to be true.”
I’m the “right girl, wrong time” that will haunt you when you see happy couples.
When the girl you chose over me puts you through hell.
When you’ve grown content with settling in life.
When you lay your head on your pillow at night, I will be there- on your mind…on your heart because you fucked me over.
You led me on.
You lied to me.
You made a decision that was not yours to make.
You betrayed my trust.
You swept me off my feet then reneged on catching me.
You lost me. But you can’t seem to lose the memory of me: my love, my touch, my voice…
I am the ghost that roams your soul. I am the closest feeling of genuine happiness that you will ever be able to relate to.
I am the book romance, the movie romance, I am the connection to the love your grandparents had for one another that you admire so much…
I am the One That Got Away…