He didn’t want me at my best, so I gave him my worst
He didn’t want me or even ***, so I won’t be his first

Fading into the background in the caverns
The caverns of this fleeting beautiful person’s mind
Alone again, but still longing for a time
Where I could be wanted and I was able to want

Nor a version of who I am fabricated
Loved, desired, and celebrated

Without makeup and hours toiling on my face
Nor having to beg anyone with a pulse to stay
Let alone this soul who will slowly go away