Is This It?

Is this it?
That is what I ask myself when you come to mind.
It seems I have been waiting for something I will never find.
Through each silent moment sadness and longing is all that I can feel.
How is it possible for all that I dreamt for us not to be real?
I have given more than you will ever comprehend.
All I asked from you was to be my lover and closest friend.
Months, even years filled with so much pain.
It is hard to accept this is it with all I have given you time and again.
I wonder if your heart is capable of feeling the layers you have taken from me.
A limited, selfish path is all that you can extend, and happy, I am supposed to be.
This chapter of my life is rapidly coming to a close bit by bit.
I hope you take notice because This is not it.