I’m ready for my happy ending…
Why does it feel like it doesn’t exist? I wear my heart and I give it openly. But somehow every time I hear the same things so wearily. ‘You’re amazing but…’ and ‘I think the world of you but…’ ‘It doesn’t mean I think you’re a bad person but…’ it always ends with the same. The only difference this time is I actually sat there and let the tears fall out my eyes when I heard you begin to say the things they always say. And that’s when I realized the future I was painting you in was just an imagination of my hopelessness. A romance I was never even truly living… how did I convince myself again that maybe this was the soul I was searching for? A fool is who I’ve been in this lifetime. But they say going numb would be a cop out yet somehow I beg to differ because all I ever wanted was to feel to something. Passion. Lust. Seen. Loved. But clearly, I’m not in those spaces…
















