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