This Poem Isn’t About You (Or How You Screwed Me Over)

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This one isn’t about you,

This one is about me.

It’s about the kindness that drowns my heart and all the words that leave my mouth

The way I refuse to tighten no matter how many failures are flung in my direction

And it’s about not letting you make me hard in this world full of beauty.

I am soft, and I am gentle, and I am a good person.

I know what I want and what I deserve,

who I am and where I need to be.

I give second, third and fourth chances, but that does not make me naïve.

I will still answer all your messages, but that does not make me a pushover.

I am not weak. Trust me when I say this.

I am an ox, with my body built strong.

I am a tree, with my roots firmly planted.

I am me, with my heart on my sleeve and a fire in my mind.

So when you stop ghosting me and realize your mistake

When you realize my friendship is genuine and real, unlike yours

Just know that

I know the difference between pain and suffering.

You may have caused me pain,

But I sure as hell refuse to let myself suffer for it.