Passion

The author wrote as if she had met the one I crave, finding him perfectly secure, genuine and honest before her.

She noticed the same details as I, and it shatters me to realize someone sees in him what I do and she may have the chance at a forever.

Which means I’m expendable, just one in hundreds of options.

Ha! Not that I ever stood a chance, I knew the minute we met he’d never settle for less than perfection.

He wouldn’t need to, because he was capable on his own and I added nothing he craved.

26 thoughts on “Passion

  1. Mercy, Poetess, this is a sad one. Of course, “author” suggests a possibly fictional person, so let’s hope your real ideal is still out there and available!

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    • What I find perfection in, isn’t what makes the whole, just part of what makes a terribly beautiful flawed person my kind of man.
      Sadly, I need to work on believing what I have can be perfection for another- at least a little.
      Mostly, this is sad because I have witnessed his perfection and many sense it as well.
      Thank you for reading.

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  2. Perfection? If it sounds too good to be true…
    Perfection is the one that falls out of a tree into your lap because the branch from which he was watching you broke.

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