Maybe that’s why I felt so resentful,
knowing that you weren’t ready for me.
I work to hold on to you in some way.
But you just turn your head,
not willing to have a conversation.
Maybe you act like what we had was nothing
because that’s what you want it to be.
Or maybe you’re just too concerned with other things
to care about how I feel right now.
Maybe that’s why you just walk away.
I thought I was going to tell you that I was in love with you someday.
I really did.
But I’m just a story now,
a short chapter of your life,
a person that was used to help you fix your brokenness.