Would have been nice to have flowers
Maybe a necklace put around my neck
Sit at a table with candles glowing
2 glasses of wine in a dimly lit room
Loving words spoken so romantically
Eyes that would have undressed me
Hands that would caress my every curve
The wanting so overwhelming, but never there
Instead I received nothing but pain
Never a nice word to make me feel wanted
Not even a card to celebrate our love
What would it have taken to say “I Love You”
Perhaps I could have given little mentions
Little clues so he could pretend I mattered
Could have told myself I was his world
When in reality, I wasn’t even in his thoughts
It hurts so much that I was a mere tool
I never was anything but a maid
I did everything I knew to win his love
Yet as I look back, I was nothing
The hurt cuts so deep and the scars are many
I never hurt him as he did me
He had so many others that were given his love
I was like Cinderella, only my Prince never came.
I’ve never had a love that would consume me
One that would take my breath away
As I get older I wonder, as I die a little each day
Does a love like that really exist, or is it just a fantasy