I won’t beg someone to love me. I learned long ago that there is no use in hopeless pleas of trying to make someone stay. I am too good to chase someone who does not know my worth and I am too wild to keep waiting for someone who doesn’t acknowledge my value. I want to be loved unconditionally. I shouldn’t have to fight so hard for it. I do not have the time to prove to someone that I am worth it. I shouldn’t have to prove any of that; I am worth more than that.
I hate dreaming about you.
the next day,
I am all shaking hands.
in my dreams,
I either forgive you
I wake up tired.
I will always lie about the worst things -
the text I wasn’t supposed to see but did/
how I still let you sleep in my bed afterwards/
how the next day, it rained and rained
and we thought it was for us.
we loved each other
until we didn’t.
there is no way
to turn this into poetry.
And finally… I stopped caring. I stopped wondering what you were doing or where you were. I stopped wondering if you missed me or if you still loved me. I just really don’t care anymore and honestly it’s quite freeing.