I'm tired of being the girl
They tell, "You'll find someone great one day,"
Like I'm a flower blooming in the wrong garden,
Waiting for the right hands to pick me,
Only to wilt when they walk away.
Yes, I'm kind, I know.
I'm the sunrise after a storm,
The soft warmth you can hold,
But never quite grasp.
I've poured my light into people
Who let it slip through their fingers,
Too afraid to bask in its glow.
Why couldn't he stay?
Why couldn't he be great for me now,
Not some distant echo of a love
I might stumble upon one day?
Why did he run
Like love was a fire he couldn't stand close to?
I'm done being that girl,
The one they admire from afar
But never touch long enough to hold.
I want to be someone's great now,
To be the heartbeat they feel in their bones,
I'm tired of being a promise
That always waits,
Never kept.
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoetryA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it
