Unwanted Love

I’m listening to him talk about her,

how he misses her,

how he still holds her at his fingertips

when he touches me.

I’m sitting right in front of him,

but he doesn’t see me.

I’m a silhouette,

a pause,

a story that never really begins.

Every guy I like

carries a ghost in his chest,

and I’m just the house they rest in

before going back to find her.

I’m destined to be the one who fills a void,

who calms the storm,

who holds without being held,

the second choice.

They don’t love me,

they leave me.

Before I can say a word,

before I can even understand

that I was starting to care.

They leave me with all this love in my hands,

with nowhere to put it,

with no name to call it,

with no one to want it.