untitled (because i don't care)

I never made friends easily.
Contrary to popular belief,
I really don't like being me
and all I ever wanted was
your love for me to last eternally.

I know this world is an ugly place;
there's not enough love to fill this giant space
between my heart and yours.
But you didn't have to make your grand escape
so sneakily. You could've just waved goodbye,
and sent me on my dreadful way.

I know it's a bigger removal that you are wanting.
I know my heart is three times smaller, and this place, daunting.
I never wanted to be your haunting,
never wanted to be just a part of your story.
I was never into selfish glory.


I'm either forgotten or omitted.

I'm sorry I'm too much to explain now;
too much to even mention about.

I am so small.
I know this.
You stepped over my bloody body,
and continued walking down the street.


It wasn't supposed to be this way.
These pages weren't meant to be left blank.