Promises….
Making promises of the future, when you don’t even want her in the present.
Creating plans for vacations, when you won’t even settle for a simple dinner tab.
Saying things on repeat, that just hurt her and make her feel so small.
Not good enough,
Not enough…
How dare you just play that game of push and pull when you know she is hurting so deeply already…
You care about her feelings?
You care about her emotions?
Then why did you touch her?
Why did you pull her down from that shelf she was resting on?
If only to test her out….
If only to try and get a taste…
If only to prove you still had it…
Let her go.
You did enough.
She is not for you.
She is a porcelain doll and porcelain is not meant for your kind…
The ones who open up the package and don’t put them away…
The ones who want to sit around and make empty promises…
Leaving her feeling all sorts of confusion, just making her run away.
How dare you,
Playing the fools game.
Feels very familiar.
Thank goodness she knew better.
⁃ M.












