Irritation

I don’t feel like your most prized possession. I don’t feel like I’m cherished and adored. I’m supposed to be the person you have the most patience for. I’m supposed to be the special person that brings you joy. I don’t feel like I am the one you yearn for I feel like I’m the one you tolerate. I feel like I’m an inconvenience to you. I feel like you take one look at me and you get irritated. Everything I do is irritating. It’s on your body language. It’s in your facial expressions. I feel like I’m just one bad lesson that you are patiently waiting to end so you can move on to the next subject. In your eyes I see that you feel like you’ve made a mistake. In your smile I see you feel it’s too late. I’m watching the hope leave and the love is going with it. Maybe we weren’t meant to be. Just maybe..