I wanted...

What I wanted us to become and what we became are on opposite ends of the spectrum. I wanted us to be bright, shining, glimmering. Extending a light so bright that anyone in our presence would instantly feel warmth. Instead we became dark, veiled, somber. Extending a shadow so black that it swallowed our happiness as well as the happiness of those around us. Instead of feeling comforted I always felt alone, even your presence wasn't enough to soothe my soul. Your touch wasn't enough to heal my wounds. Your words seemed to fall on deaf ears. There was nothing left for me to hold onto, empty promises became my new normal and second, third, and fourth chances came and went. There was nothing left and still I forced you into believing that you wanted me. That did no good, so here we are. You're good and I'm not, here we are again at opposite ends of the spectrum.