It’s not enough that you think you love me. I should also feel loved.

I don’t.

People move on and leave me. I am a convenient, safe way to dream. They retreat into me to lick their wounds, hide from the world while they plan their escape. And then they are gone and I am still here, left with the scraps and mess they are free to walk away from.

They never look back to see if I’m ok. They are just gone.


Have no expectations

just let me be

me.


The memories of your touch seizes my loneliness and strangles it with despair.

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