tear-stained and tired

i told him i loved him

and he didn't say it back

and now he's standing in the doorway

watching me pack up my bags

begging me

"don't leave"

but why would i stay

why would i waste my time

caring

when he'll never love me anyway

i want to wait

to change my mind

i want to be able

to give him more time

but my mind isn't capable

there's no more room on my heart

there's just too many bruises

too many scars

i won't allow myself to be stupid

and get hurt again

i'm sorry

This poem is about: 
Me

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