I gave up
I think that’s what bothers me the most
about my lost loves
the ones that came before you
and broke so many pieces of me into glitter
I stopped trying to hold onto their love
when I realized a single drop of it couldn’t make up
for the ocean of hurt they gave me along with it
but as pragmatic as that choice was
the truth is I quit
I folded before the hand was played through
and it bothers me to know that
to not know what might’ve been
I hate not knowing
more than I hate the idea of holding a losing hand
I gave up [poem]
