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Gave
I gave people more chances
than they deserved,
I ignored more red flags
than I should've,
and I stayed longer
than my heart could handle.
I tolerated the disrespect,
accepted the bare minimum,
and convinced myself
it was love.
But it wasn't love
it was me begging
to be enough.
The worst part?
I wasn't fighting for us.
I was fighting
to be chosen.
I was fighting
to be seen.
I was fighting
to matter.
And in the end, I lost myself
trying to hold onto someone
who was never
really mine to keep.
The loneliest kind of pain
is loving someone
who is with you,
but not for you.
