You came to my house one summer evening. I know what you want when you come. And I always give in. Not because I want to. Or I love you. But I crave your validation. I know I am not the only one. I know you do not care how it makes me feel. I wish you did every once in a blue moon, until I remember I do not love you. I just love your validation. Tonight you came over. A summer evening. Half past seven. You do the normal routine. Dinner. A drink. A hug. It all leads up to an empty house in the morning. You asked tonight. I said no. I do not know why I said no. I am no longer wanting your sweet validation. This is unusual for you. I do not care. You leave. And I sit pondering why I said no tonight. I do not need your validation. Your pity. Your 'love.' I did not grow tired of this game we play so often. I just understand now, I don't need anyone's validation. I have a right to my feelings and person. You no longer have a hold on me like you used to. I block your number. You come again, but I don't answer. I don't plan on answering anymore.
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A lifetime of faces.
ŞiirPoetry I write on random. I hope it helps someone feel like they are worth something.
