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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