So Close

I wanted to be beautiful
I wanted to be loved
I wanted someone to smell my skin
And run their fingers through my hair.
I needed to be touched.
Inside, where no one had
Understood and admired
And held when I am sad.
I longed to see the view
From a pedestal of admiration.
And hear true whispers of lust.
I wanted to mean something
Enough worth fighting for.
Be important enough to keep safe.
Precious and sweet to another one.
My God, I came so close.

--Diva