His was always the love I craved

But my heart could never touch his

His was always the handed I needed to hold

But he would not reach for me

His were always the eyes I saw myself in

But he would not return my gaze

I gave the world all that I could

And fought to stand on my own two feet

His was always the praise I sought

But he turned a blind eye to my accomplishments

His cold blank stare kept me at a distance

His arms folded decidedly against his chest

His heart turned black at the mention of my name

His love was never meant to be mine

He might have given me life

But he gave up on me long before

I knew what it would mean to lose him