Those who mean the world to you
but you're nothing to them
They take everything from you
but your heart bleed in return.
How foolish of you,
thinking you can be his only one too
Day by day anticipating to be picked
Tearing you apart while he's enjoying his trick.
My dear, wake up from delusion
You're not just one of his many options
Don't give them full position in your life
for they're just part-timers.
YOU ARE READING
DEAR SELF,
Poetry"The love that you are searching from someone else, will and must always start with yourself." (A collection of poem and prose about self-love, moving forward, and embracing one's imperfections) -ResNullius-
