I have wept on countless nights
for you.
I have screamed my throat raw
for you.
I do everything that I can,
bend myself to where I break,
change who I truly am, everyday,
just to please you. But, it's
never enough. Even though everything I
am is because of you, and
even though you break my heart
every single time you come home,
I will never, ever, be enough
for you.
I have run leaps and bounds
for you.
I have danced a treacherous dance
for you.
You make me play your games,
you make me hate myself, and
others, because "only you deserve me."
You make me physically ill, and
yet, I love you. I can't
not love you. It is impossible.
So, perhaps that is why I'm
leaving tonight. For good. You won't
be able to find me unless
you search under your shoes. Goodbye,
don't be angry. I'm doing this
for you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry and Short Stories from a Teenage Girl
PoetryPoems and short stories by me (a teenage girl).