Broken
A poem.
Nov 6 · 1 min read
I always reach out.
My hand gets slapped away.
This friendship isn’t worth it.
The long silences.
The messages left on read.
The constant rejection stings.
One sided effort.
It’s time to move on.
Seems I’m better off alone.
I do wish you well.
No ill feelings. But I will
just wonder what I did wrong.

