i'm used to it.*
I say.
Because I am.
And it's okay.
It's okay you didn't love me,
like you promised that you would.
It's okay you didn't love me,
I completely understood.
And it's okay that we are distanced..
I knew that this would come.
But best friend,
don't forget,
that you're my only one.

If I said I just needed to hear those words
You'd say I'm a stereotypical writer
Or a totally uncreative plagiarist

In this moment I'm not a poet
Just a broken person starving for acceptance

Rejected, abandoned, worthless
I'm sick of my definition

My heart is longing for your approval
Broken pieces would be repaired
If you would just care

Can't you notice something positive?
I want to be worthy

Am I so revolting
you can't even set your eyes upon me?

I crave a basic sentence
With the same intensity
a drowning man craves air

Fill my lungs with life
Let me breathe you in

Please just say
I love you