Tired of running behind you
Hoping one day you’d--turn around and look back.
I’ve wasted so many minutes, hours, days, weeks
--thinking of you.
Asking myself if you were maybe
thinking of me too--
Not only is that answer “no,”
it’s “hell no."
Not even a little bit.
And even though I’ve chosen to stop waiting
for something that will never come,
my heart is dumbfounded at the thought of change.
I pace--I sit--
I lay--I wither away--
Wanting to get up to face the day, but--
I am but the fragile shell of a woman.
However, add the bulk of despondency, and
I weigh a ton.
My mind is willing, but
willpower has no place here.
I scarcely understand how I've found the
resolve to breathe.
Life has been reduced to "inhale--
a trickle of an