Yours Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

was always just somebody to them. Never the one. Never enough.

They reached for me when they were lonely, when they needed comfort, when they wanted something easy. But they never held me. Never chose me. And still, I stayed. Because some part of me thought that if I gave enough, if I loved enough, they'd finally see me the way I saw them.

But they never did.

I would have given them everything—every star, every sunrise, every broken piece of myself—if it meant they'd look at me like I was the love of their life. If it meant they'd stay. But I was just fooling myself.

I should have walked away. I should have known that loving someone who won't love you back is its own kind of heartbreak. But I kept holding on, even when I knew the truth. Even when I was just hurting myself in the end.

Because even now, even after everything… I still feel like they're mine. And I know that's the cruelest lie of all.