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Is Life Without Me Really So Easy?
A Poem on Abandonment and Worth
I imagine the days of chasing after someone is over.
I have never been chased.
I have chased.
I have never had someone beg for me back.
I've never had someone
outwardly express longing for me
in my absence.
I've never had someone say,
please stay,
or text a couple too many times,
or leave a regrettable voicemail
because they were heartbroken over me.
I've never had someone say,
wait, I can't go.
Life without you is...
fucked.
Not even my own dad.
Am I not worth that?
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