Love has left yet another scar,
I’m still unsure of why I let it in every time when I know how it ends.
Amidst the uncertainty, I’m certain it’s not meant to scar.
Something inside of me still lets me believe in it.
There’s always a reason why they can’t be what you need
But they always need you to be everything to them
From you, I learned.
I learned that to the wrong person, you’ll never be good enough.
I learned that not everyone has a heart as big as mine and that’s ok.
I learned that words mean nothing when they’re not backed up by actions.
I learned that loving a selfish person can be mentally and emotionally exhausting.
I learned that being taken for granted has nothing to do with me and everything to do with you.
I learned that I have to be my own support system.
I learned there’s really a thin line between love and hate.
I learned to love myself enough.
When loneliness shows up,
It knocks on the void in my heart.
One that was once filled with the warmth of love,
And the peace that companionship brings.
I long to fill that void.
If not with love, with a feeling that equates to it
Because the longer it stays,
Hatred and resentment take over.
Are you really in love?
Or is the idea of wasting the time invested keeping you?
It’s not impossible to have what you want,
He shouldn’t convince you that you’re asking for too much,
Don’t deny your heart the love it deserves
Just because the person you love is incapable of providing it.
The idea of me and you
Gets people intrigued.
Our reality however,
An unexplainable disaster.
The watered down conversations,
The lies and excuses,
The generic answers to mask the absence of your mind,
Made walking away painfully easy.
You’re not his.
You’re the one he proclaims his love to while you lay on your back.
You’re the one that encourages him because only you can.
You’re the one he lets cry on his shoulders.
You’re the one he opens up to because you bring him peace.
You’re the one he avoids making eye contact with in public places.
You’re the one he avoids any physical contact with when the blinds are open.
You’re everything and more to him behind closed doors.
You’re not his.
When selfless meets selfish
There is tugging of heart strings
There is no compromise
In the end, love isn’t enough
Unity is impossible where selfishness exists.