Searching Poem by Arta Krasniqi

We spend
years and years
waiting
for the right one
but the right one
is always late
or shows up
but you don't like him
or worse
he does not like you
and we keep searching
for the right one
and the right one
is always late
and one day
when he shows up
when you meet him
you have already given up
you're so tired
so consumed
that you have to feed them
with what's left
of you
with what they have not eaten
with what has remained
with what has survived in you
through years of feeding love
to the wrong people
and you have to feed the right one
with your heart's leftovers
or
you let him go
to find what he deserves
what you cannot give anymore
and that will kill you
but
it will set you free...