It just happens.

I could ask how many second chances he wants but he doesn’t know I give them to him and he probably wishes

I’d stop.

After all I don’t give people second chances because they deserve them

I give people second chances because I’m not good enough to find anyone else.

I take what I get and his unfortunate fate is he’s all I have.

Sadly.

I don’t want to infringe upon things I’m not welcome

I don’t like being present where I’m not wanted.

I don’t like being where I know people don’t want me being.

And I’m only holding so tightly to him because I have nothing else.

I gave him my heart and he pushed it away but he stayed

He’s the only one right now who has stayed who I don’t feel like

By moving here I infringe upon her space

Or her space

Or her space

I failed to express

How profoundly impacted by rejection I am

I always realise when they won’t come looking for me

And the friends I have have better friends than me.

I miss having someone close to me.

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