No Love.

Rejection at its finest. I thought you could be one of the nicest. 

I yearned for you, but ended up just learning from you instead. Filling myself with nothing but dread. Just can’t stop thinking about how I was led. 

Hearing how you feel, I can tell now that you felt no empathy. You were hesitant to say that you didn’t want me. 

I’m hurt, feeling like I’m sinking into the dirt. Why couldn’t you just tell me first? Leaving me to hear it through someone else’s words. Like telling me just didn’t have it’s worth. 

Writing about you somehow gives me a sense of catharsis. But makes me always wonder where your mind is. How did my life become this? Wishing for nothing but straight BLISS.