I almost wrote it.
A poem saying how it would be a pleasure
to have my heart broken by you.
But then it happened.
That is when everything fell apart.
Thats when the heartbreak started.
I can't say I'm surprised.
I wouldn't choose me.
But you led me on.
And you know what?
I'm done.
With everything.
With always giving people everything.
With always being so damn naive.
With always putting too much into one person.
And it hurts.
It hurts knowing you give your all to someone
and you never meant a damn thing.
I am tired of trying hard and not succeeding.
I am tired of putting myself out there to get hurt.
I am tired of trying to be enough for you.
You were what kept me tethered to sanity.
But I guess I don't need it anyway, do I?
