You actively decide every morning
your head on your pillow your
mind awakening
that you don’t want me.
Every single day
And not a day goes
by that I don’t feel it.
That I don’t know it.
You brought me into this world and promised to take care of me.
It’s your job.
You’re supposed to protect me.
You’re supposed to love me unconditionally.
You’re supposed to show me what to look for in my other half.
I’m crippled by you.
My perception skewed.
I don’t know what I’m looking for in a significant other because you never showed me what love looks like.
I dig for truth
Pick up pieces and make
A shitty puzzle
It’s wrong again
It’s not a right fit
But it’s what I have
A picture of love
And over and over and over
I rearrange the pieces through blurred eyes
Which way do they go?