023 ୨ৎ

I don't think you love me

I think you lie to save me from the fall

I text you,

welcoming

accepting

eager

and your responses are one too many words short

I give you space

in hopes you'll come back

but I only see you talk

in our shared group chat

you're tired

not in the mood

but I always am

calm

somewhat composed

and somehow

I know it'll never be enough

to keep you from doing it again

blocking me off again and

with a rough night

you need space

but only from me

because I'm the problem

and it hurts to type

to breathe, around you

and it was a joke

that you were like

my father

but you have that look 

in your eyes that say

you want to love me

but you don't think you can

and I hate that look

in a mans eyes

when he pities

the womans

courage