How can I be addicted
to something that does not like me
something that will never
look at me the way I look at it?
I offer love like proof,
time like devotion,
effort like a prayer
and still, it does not bend.
I sit with it.
I make myself smaller, lighter, funny,
easy to love.
I give everything.
In return, nothing.
And yet I stay,
convinced that if I give one last piece,
one last breath,
it will finally turn and say,
I see you.
But I am screaming at a wall
with no ears,
no mouth,
no intention of answering.
So tell me
how do you let go
of something you’re still trying to convince
to care?
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 3:54 PM UTC
How can I be addicted
to something that does not like me
something that will never
look at me the way I look at it?
I offer love like proof,
time like devotion,
effort like a prayer
and still, it does not bend.
I sit with it.
I make myself smaller, lighter, funny,
easy to love.
I give everything.
In return, nothing.
And yet I stay,
convinced that if I give one last piece,
one last breath,
it will finally turn and say,
I see you.
But I am screaming at a wall
with no ears,
no mouth,
no intention of answering.
So tell me
how do you let go
of something you’re still trying to convince
to care?
