A moment too bold. A lifetime alone. Why can’t I want what I want? Advertisements
I choose rejection over waiting for someone I would never choose.
You used to intrigue me and catch my eye. Now you’re forgotten. Less than “some guy.”
Nowhere: every time it goes there, I laugh too loud and hope they can’t tell.
With each rejection I smile a little harder and cringe at the sight.
My words came from you. To lose you was to lose me and all I’ve written.
What part of you thinks that you belong in this world or even with me?