One day,
I'll see myself out.

Take my chair and yours,
because I don't think I should be saving you a seat all the time; keep my hands available to catch you;
my heart closed from people who are more than willing to do the things you should have;
pretend to be deaf from the knocks of people who wants to stay and stay for real;
reserve myself for someone who can't even choose me.

I love you. But it's time to stop praying for miracles, waiting genies or wish-granting stars, maybes and one day's. I don't deserve hoping for something I'm not sure if there really is.

I love you. I really do.

But my heart is a home and you've treating it like
****.