“It’s not me, it’s you”

I gouge myself again to get it out

A gasp as I feel the pain of past

I know I did this to myself

There is no one else to blame

Help me to forgive

Help me to forget

Remove my mind, his name

“You have nothing

No, nothing, to offer him

Your thoughts exhausted all you might have been"

"She has something

Yes, something, to offer him

Her carefree spirit captivates him with all she is”

My heart wants to give up

“Give up, and you will not be hurt again”

Can I leave this longing behind?

A longing for love?

A longing for care?

A longing for friendship?

A longing for relationship?

I’ve heard it’s wonderful

Magical, even.

Why do they,

THEY get to hear it,

To see it,

To smell it,

To taste it,

To hold it.

Maybe someday

Maybe...

someday…