#moveonpost

I apologize,

For mad at you

For loving you less

For making you cry

For letting you down

For picking you second

For giving you no choices

For doubting your potential

For judging you superficially

For thinking you’re not enough

For believing you’re not worth it

For having all people except you

For listening to none of your stories

For asking no question about your well-being

For forgetting you have rights to be loved and listened

For needing more time to realized you’re beyond than a living thing

For once again forgetting that you’re the only one who can console me

For my dearest self  I do really sorry

In the long run, between the nightfall and dawn—amongst those late calls and thousandth rendezvous— you eventually acknowledged precisely 

Her joke isn’t that silly

Her touch isn’t that soft

Her gaze isn’t that sassy

Her skin isn’t that subtle

Her voice isn’t that serene

Her curve isn’t that shaped

Her rendition isn’t that solid

Her scent isn’t that soothing

Her dictum isn’t that smart

Her thinking isn’t that sexy

Her stance isn’t that strong

Her embrace isn’t that scarce

Her reasoning isn’t that sharp

Her presence isn’t that seducing

Her diction isn’t that sophisticated

/Like mine/