you don’t talk
to me
you make it
hard to see
it takes
two to tango
and i’m tired
of playing
guesswork
that’s got me
all tangled up
and confused.
so when you
showed up
the last time
at my door
and told me
it wasn’t meant
to be
i was certain,
for sure,
that nothing was
wrong.
but you led me
on,
and said it was
only for
your benefit
and nothing more.
now i’m ripping
the pages from this
book
because i’m
just sick of it all,
sick of writing
chapters and
sick of falling
in love.
i don’t wanna
be lonely forever
but if that’s what
it takes to heal,
then i’m so
over it—
and this time,
i want something
real.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 5:21 PM UTC
you don’t talk
to me
you make it
hard to see
it takes
two to tango
and i’m tired
of playing
guesswork
that’s got me
all tangled up
and confused.
so when you
showed up
the last time
at my door
and told me
it wasn’t meant
to be
i was certain,
for sure,
that nothing was
wrong.
but you led me
on,
and said it was
only for
your benefit
and nothing more.
now i’m ripping
the pages from this
book
because i’m
just sick of it all,
sick of writing
chapters and
sick of falling
in love.
i don’t wanna
be lonely forever
but if that’s what
it takes to heal,
then i’m so
over it—
and this time,
i want something
real.
inspired by rob thomas’s “lonely no more.”
a breakup poem about letting go of mixed signals and empty promises.
some love stories never begin—because you're meant to write your own.
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