kadajy

I am composed Of failed attempts, Rejection, And I am imagined to have never happened. (Sugar, spice and everything nice Have little say in my makeup) I am always the friend Never the lover. Always the needy, Never the needed. Always the wanting, Never the wanted. I am replaceable if broken, Not fixed (there’s no fixing me) I lost sight Of who I could have been (I don’t think I ever caught a glimpse) And now I don’t know who I am. I love easily, with everything I can And everything I am or could be Is tossed away.