I’m tired of carrying this weight on my shoulders from my past that haunts me.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry you live in a world that doesn’t understand you. A world that doesn’t root for people like you. A world that makes fun of your feelings and turns them into internet memes.
I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the girl who made you laugh or smile when you were feeling down, because every other person “understood” you but me.
Am I allowed to fantasize having my hands pinned against the wall and him clutching my waist forward? Am I allowed to desire a man on top of me?
It’s thoughts of your hands, my lips, your mouth, my skin. And there’s an aching for something not here. A longing for something hollowed out from my body. I pretend I never loved you, I’m afraid I always will.
We’re tired of people who use the work we’re not proud of to judge us.
“It’s all in your mind.” We know.
Today I’m just going to be real and I hope you will forgive me for failing.
I get tired of being let down and disappointed because we aren’t dating and you don’t have any obligation to me.
You’re tired of trusting too much only to get left behind the moment you start thinking they’re worth the risk.