Nothing New
I'm not good for you.
Broken. Unworthy.
You keep me around,
and I can't figure out why.
You're amazing—
so full of life,
so different from me.
I want to be loved by you.
I want to hold you.
But I see you there—
so happy,
so carefree...
and I know it would hurt
to see the person I really am.
The real me.
Not the smile you see
when we speak,
not the laughter we share...
but me.
A lonely child
with fear in her eyes,
scared of the world
she was born into—
and terrified of losing you.
Do you still want me,
knowing even this much?
I close my eyes,
wishing you were here...
But we both know
that wish won't come true.
And that’s okay—
it’s nothing new.
At least, not to me.
I feel it every day:
wanting what I can’t reach,
wanting you
to want me.
Copyright © Sarah Moncada | Year Posted 2013
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