I've given up and I'm still adjusting to my reality.
I'm oh'kay.
My heart is still emboldened on my sleeve.
But I can't—won't—put myself through that again
or anyone else.
I can feel myself hoping, waiting..
My heart is getting ahead of herself.
I have to remember that I don't know how to love anymore
and I refuse to experiment on someone who loves just right.
I refuse to do what's been done to me.
I may entertain their desires,
though I'm not much good at that, either.
But will disappear like mist in sunlight as she rises.
I will learn to be content in loving myself alone..
Maybe one day, I'll figure out how to do that properly.
