cool pics, sad poems

Tears staining your face under the covers late at night

And you wonder if this pain lasts forever

But you're 29 now

And you know it never goes away

Tears run down your face again

Neither the alcohol or superficial distractions could keep at bay

The endless ache of a single longing

What's the point?

But tonight I looked into my own swollen eyes in the mirror and replied

I am

I'm the fucking point.

People will leave and lie and treat you like a second option

Second best

But I'm not second to anyone

Not when I've worked this fucking hard

To be better

To be present

To be here

I am here

Even if you are not here for me, I am here for myself

I wanted to give up over and over

You told me you were here

I had you

Until now

Until you gave up on me

And I was reminded what my place was in everyone else's life but my own

How could I let myself be fooled again

I was never your first choice