If there is any love left, I don’t think it’s left for me.
I’ve wanted this for as long as I can remember.
It has broken my heart in return.
I have never been able to write a love poem.
Then again, I’ve never experienced love.
Loneliness and heartbreak comforts me when nothing else does.
These four walls have seen me cry more than anything.
I wake up with the option of dying alone being first.
It’s feasible at this point.
I’ve always held those of admiration close.
It’s bittersweet, but it’s been my thing.
I crave vulnerability like a cool breeze in the summertime.
How could you truly love by offering only half of your heart?
I’ve worn mine on my sleeve, but you officially win.
I’ve been strong all my life.
I wish I didn’t have to be.
But I can’t anymore.
You’ve weakened me after all.
Battered, beaten, bruised, and bloody.
You win.
Sacrifice my heart as you’ve attempted all these years and I won’t fight it.
It’s yours to hold captive.
Do as you please.
It’s what you’ve wanted this entire time.
Oh loneliness and heartbreak, you officially win.
