8 avril 2019

I wanted you to care about me.
But you didn't.
There's no way
I can make that
a topic.
I can't write a
postcard with it.

I cared
and care
about you.
My heart is
boring and
unchanging.

I wanted you to believe in me.
You don't.
I believed
and believe

in your strength.
It isn't
a trade.
I'm weak
and easy to
disbelieve.

No one's good
enough for anyone.
We're all
disappointing.
I'm disappointing.
I don't want
to disappoint you

and I have, without
trying.