There’s No Room In My Heart For Any More Games

There’s No Room In My Heart For Any More Games

There’s no room in my heart for any more confusion. I don’t know how to deal with confusing behavior anymore. I’ve lost the energy and the will to spend days and nights analyzing every word or the real meaning behind certain actions. I’ve lost the ability to keep up with hot and cold behavior, with inconsistency and minimal effort.

There’s no room in my heart for any more setbacks. I’m done putting my life on hold waiting for the perfect declaration of love. I’m done trying to accommodate those who can’t keep their promises or those who can’t make up their minds. I’m done trying to prove my worth to someone. I’m done fighting for those who aren’t afraid of losing me.

There’s no room in my heart for any more goodbyes. I’ve said them all. I’ve said them over and over again. I know them all too well. Now, I only have room for those who want to stay in my life willingly. Now, I only have room for those who know exactly what they want from me and what I mean to them. Now, I only have room for those who can bring stability, warmth and honesty. Now, I only have room for those who don’t have any intention to walk away.

There’s no room in my heart for any more secrets. I’m tired of hiding who I really am or trying to suppress my feelings. I’m tired of curbing my vulnerability. I’m tired of covering my scars. I’m tired of pretending. There’s no room in my heart for those who can’t embrace who I truly am. I don’t have the tolerance anymore to keep a rein on all the parts of me that I need to unleash. I don’t have the patience anymore to bite my tongue when I all I really want to do is speak my mind.

There’s no room in my hear for any more lies. I’ve heard them all. I’ve lived through each one of them and now my heart is drained. It’s exhausted. My heart now just wants peace, love and honesty. There’s no fun in challenges and difficulties and heartbreak. There’s no fun in giving someone your heart when you know they can’t protect it.

There’s no room in my heart for any more cracks. My heart just wants to heal. My heart just wants to be whole again. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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