Today I decided to take a leap.
I sat on the bus
By the window watching
The clouds and people
Walk and go byThen I saw you down the aisle
And you saw me by the window
And you came and sat by me
And I thought I knew youSo I talked
About myself
Which I hate doing
And opened my heartI let myself be vulnerable
I let myself feel
I let myself trust another person
I tried to let myself healYou talked too
I won't forget that fact
You too opened up
But I realized it was always an actAfter weeks of distance
Weeks of pain
Weeks of loneliness
Weeks of self shameI talked to you deeply again
I trusted you again
I was going to open up to you again
I was going to take a chance againBut you shut down the conversation
It didn't get deep
You told me to take my meds
And told me to sleepYou say you understand
You say you know me
I thought so too
Until you ignored meI didn't feel disappointed
I didn't feel sad
I didn't feel vengeful
I didn't feel madBecause I knew
I prepared myself
That it wasn't what you would do
But what you didn'tAnd I deleted what I was going to say
I decided it wasn't worth it
It doesn't matter anymore
So I replied with a simple 'ok'You sensed something I think
Which is why you asked:
How are you?
When you know
(You just don't care)So I replied 'okay'
And you believed me
But I think you knew
You just really didn't careSo I asked you too
How are you?
You said you're being you
But that's ambiguousSo I asked you
What does being you mean?
And a while later
You finally respondedYou asked me
How would you describe me?
And I took a second
To really think about it
And —I told him
I don't know who you are really
{Because I realized then
that you never really know anybody}
And I continued on that'You only ever just
Keep up face with me'
(Just like everyone else)
(Because I'm just another nobody)And you heard it
And you saw it
And you acknowledged it
And you said "True"And I realized you never trusted me
And I realized I tried with the wrong person
And I realized that feelings suck
(Not the first time)And I decided to stop
Stop feeling
Stop trying
Stop beingBecause if you
You amazing guy
You deep soulful spirit
You caring humanCould not trust,
Or open yourself up,
Or try or care,
Then how many other people will?And I decided that I don't hate relationships
I don't really hate people
(That much)I don't believe I'm too bad
Too far gone
Too rotten
Too much of a bitch
Too much baggage for another personI believe
In love
I believe in second chances
I believe in magic
I believe in redemption
I believe in people
I believe in faith
I believe in the world
I believe in circumstance
I believe in myselfI know I'm mean
I know people think I'm rude
I know people don't like me
I know I have enemiesI don't want a relationship
Because
I will hurt my partner
I will be brutally honest
I won't hold anything back
I will get emotional
I will take him on a roller coaster
I will try to be my best self but
Still come out like shitBut I think I'm worth it
So I hope one day
There will be a guy
That isn't you
Who will take a chance on me
The way I took one on you
And not give up
Like you didAnd I know he'll hurt me
But he'll still be here to clean
The wounds and watch them heal
And kiss them better until I am strong againAnd I am still going to confuse him
And overwork myself
And take multiple naps
And not do the dishesBut nobody will ever love him as much as I did
They just might have shown
It to him better
Than I could
At the timeAnd I believe in a relationship
With me
And someone else
Who'll actually love meBut, for now
I don't
Because I haven't met anyone
Who makes me feel like I was never ordinaryAnd that's okay
Because I learnt to
Be okay with just myself
My whole lifeMy only wish, one
Needy request
Is that this person comes
And holds me before I
Turn into stoneFor I fear
That when I do
It really will be
The end of loveAnd I applaud you, dear reader
For making it to the end of this
Seriously long ass poemHave good day because broken people deserve it too.

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PoetryJust me rambling. Some of it really doesn't make sense. Whatever. Poetry? Eh.