Number Six
Enough is enough. I'm weary of disappointment. I can only be left so many times, Before believing I'm the problem. And so I am t he problem-- You left me just like the last. I wanted more time. I wanted so much more with you. I can say you were like the rest. To make me feel better. But, you weren't. You were different than the last. That's why it makes this so much harder. I didn't want to lose you. You made me feel seen. You made me different. At first I wasn't all in. Little by little, you made me invest in you. You made me believe in you. Made me even trust you. Then slowly, you began to disappear. I saw it, but I refused to believe it. I refused to see that you Were going to be like the others. Baby, my heart had been broken Five times before this. Most hurt more than others. You made it to number six. You became another listed bullet point. Yet, I didn't want you to be another Added number to my list of failures.