you do this every time.
you disappear for hours,
days,
weeks,
sometimes even months.
every time you realize that we're
getting close again.
every time you sense that i'm finally
attached to you again.
almost like it's some sort of game.
like you're playing chess and i'm the
piece that just got kicked off the
board for the third round in a row.
i don't like being your pawn,
in fact i'm sick of it.
why did i have to be the one you
decided to play like this?
why do you have to make it so hard
for me to finally move on from you?
every time i find someone new,
someone that shows they care
instead of just saying it,
you try to reel me back in.
i'm sick of how you do this every time.
YOU ARE READING
poems of a failed situationship
Poetryat the end of the day, whatever this was, wasn't meant to last