Let's Discuss My Stupidity

I struggle to understand why I can't just let you go. You don't love me. You don't even like me. And yet I cling to you tightly as if you would be bothered to even acknowledge me other than the digs spurred in my direct as retold by your son. And yet I somehow melt at the thought of your smile. The memory of the way you used to look at me when you loved me. And I am so stupidly stupid. Waiting for someone who is never coming back to me. Who hates the mere thought of me. Who deserves far more than I was ever designed to be. I just thought I could be. If I just tried hard enough. My stupidity.

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