I know...
I know I'm his second choice
I know when he texts me, he's texting her
I know when he talks to me, he thinks of her
I know when he tells me he loves me, he tells her too
I know...
I know I love him
I know I don't deserve him
I know we never would have worked
But I still care...
I care that he talks to her
I care that he he still has the audacity to say he loves me
I care that he can bounce between our conversations
But I still care...
I care that he can look at me without his chest beating a mile a minute
Without the feeling of being held underwater and that he is my air
I care that he says we won't work out
We won't see each other
He has a life
He doesn't want people to know
But she lives two states away and I live two miles
She has a life too but I'm here...waiting
I want people to know, I want the world to know!
I'm in love
He broke my shell
I used to be cold, I wouldn't let anyone in
I would ignore, hide in my shell, and never speak
I was shy, anxious, and depressed
But he saved me
I lived when I was with them
I felt
But my happiness was one sided
My heart beats only for him
But his beats for another girl
I let him go
I fall more and more in love
He never tried
He falls more and more out of love
I know...
I know it's hurting me
I know it's why I haven't been sleeping
I know it's why I spend countless hours waiting for him to text me
To call me
To talk to me
But I know...
I know he doesn't love me
I know he doesn't care
I know I need to let go
But I won't...
I won't because I am stupid
I won't because I'm too far gone
I won't because I finally understand what's it's like when you found someone worth staying on this miserable planet for
Before I was alone
Before I was resentful
Before I would rather be sitting on the edge of my bed with a razor in my hand
Or a knife...
Or a gun...
Because what's the point of living when I wake up every morning knowing no one cares
Knowing I don't care
Knowing he doesn't care
Knowing my friends don't care
Knowing my family doesn't care
So I sit
And I wait
Because here I am again, waiting for him to stop talking to her so I can have my chance to live a little
He is my drug, and I am addicted
Morales don't seem to stick
I know...
I know he isn't mine
I know I'm his second choice
I know it's wrong
I know I'm someone he can't wait to get rid of
I know he'd rather talk to her
I know he'd rather love her
I know he doesn't love me anymore
God, I know...
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Just Breathe
PoetryAs a kid, I always struggled writing poetry. I understood that feelings had to go into poetry and I always tried writing about things other people did. I wrote about love (I was a little girl that's version of "love" was having a "relationship" with...