I can’t make him love me.
he won’t.
and i can’t.
i can’t beg
without ripping something out of myself.
every time i hope,
it hurts.
every time i try to be “enough,”
i lose a piece of me.
i can’t keep showing up
to be ignored.
can’t keep softening my voice
just to make space for his silence.
i’ve cried in rooms
he never even walked into.
screamed in silence
while he laughed somewhere else.
he doesn’t see me.
not really.
not the way i need.
and maybe he never will.
but god, i tried.
i tried to hold my breath long enough
to be what he wanted.
i tried to be small, quiet, simple.
i tried to prove
i was worth staying for.
but i can’t keep bleeding
just to keep his hands clean.
he won’t love me the way i need.
and i can’t keep pretending
that’s okay.
