Sometimes, you just have to walk away.

Sure, it hurts.

Sure, there is the thought in the back of your mind of the “what if.”

Sure, you want to believe that they felt the same way you did.

But if you have to question their feelings, then know they don’t feel the same.

You were so sure that they were going to be the one, until they screwed you over.

So instead of wallowing in what could have been, be sure of leaving them behind.

They don’t deserve you.

You can do so much better.

So walk away.

For you, all I want is you to be happy.

Even if things between us didn't end well.

Even though you put me through this emotional and mental hell.

One that still haunts me to this day.

One that I learned from.

One that made me change.

I want you to be happy, because you deserve happiness, just like I do.

I want you to find peace.

I want you to have personal growth.

I want you to finally be happy, with your life and your family and your friends, and most of all, yourself, so you never put anybody through that hell again.

Because nobody deserves that.

You left me to figure yourself out, I guess you could call it a heart break.

You have always been selfish, though, never was one to give but always one to take.

Your deceit was hidden in the grass, you're a snake.

Thought it was real whenever I was with you, but something in my gut always told me it was fake.

What happened to everything you said to me?

How could you act so well when you would hold me?

We went through so much.

I can barely remember your touch.

I gave you my all, let you take down my walls.

Now when I need you, you won't even answer my calls.

I was living too far into our future that I skipped out on the present.

So that when you took what we had away from me, all I could feel was resentment.

I give my life to others like a gift, and your present, to me, was your presence.

But you don't have a giving heart like me, because you took my gift back, and left me with your absence.

It is your pale face I envision whenever I close my eyelids to darkness.

It is your glistening brown eyes I imagine when I need to see clarity.

Why the fuck do I feel this way about you?

Why do I get this feeling that I can’t walk away?

Even if I stay up waiting for your text.

Your call.

Your snapchat.

For you to even say hello or ask me how I’m doing.

I’m always waiting, but I’m okay waiting for you.

My patience hasn’t been lost.

Because the feeling I get when you’re here, when you’re right next to me, wrapped up in my arms and your head resting on my chest, it makes the wait worth it.

You’re worth it, and so I wait.

Your words suffocate me.

But your pull is so gravitating.

Your smile is radiant.

But your brown eyes so intoxicating.

Being in your presence brings me warmth.

When I have a moment of weakness, you bring me strength.

But all these things, they seem so pointless in the end.

You make me feel this way, but I don't make you feel the same.

With you, I see happiness, but when I look into your eyes, I can still sense pain.

Maybe because you're not ready for me.

You're still hurt by somebody from your past.

What is meant to be will be.

So I will take these feelings with a grain of salt, because some good things aren't meant to last.

Liking somebody can be hard.

Maybe that person does like you back, but that alone doesn't really mean anything.

It means more when there is an action behind it.

Like if they want to become exclusive, want to be in a relationship, want to be committed.

But, sometimes, even if a person likes you, they might not like you enough.

Enough to become exclusive, enough to be in a relationship, enough to be committed.

They might not like you enough to put aside their fears or their busy schedules.

They might not like you enough to have breakfast every day and dinner every night.

They just might not.

That's why liking somebody can be so hard.

Most of the time it's a waiting game.

And sometimes it's a chase.

Most of the time liking somebody feels like a dream.

And that reality feels like a waste.

But most of the time it's confusing.

You don't know when you're genuinely wasting your time.

Until you really start to like them.

It’s not as simple as one may think

But isn’t as tough as one may say.

Love is respect.

Helping your girl button her shirt in the morning instead of rushing to take it off.

Love is kind.

Holding your girl hours on end while she cries, being strong in her moments of weakness.

Love is vulnerable.

Falling so deep, understanding the consquences and acknowledging the fear of it all, but still falling together.

Love isn’t set in stone, yet it is a building block.

Built upon the foundation of trust and loyalty.

Built upon the care and vulnerability.

There isn’t a certain way how to love.

There are many ways to express love.

But, for the most of us, we learn to love.

Whether it be when we are young or grown.

Pure or not.

Healed or broken.

Perfect or scarred.

The most important part to love is yourself.

You will not be able to love another until you can learn your worth.

It took me years to learn that I am worth it, instead of "I'm not good enough."

It took me years to learn that I'm beautiful, instead of "She's prettier than me anyways."

I am worth it, and I am beautiful.

Love is not as simple as one may think.

Love isn't as tough as one may say.

I am still in the process of learning to love another, but I am excited for what will come my way.

My mirror is broken.

Cracked beyond repair.

My scars they are open.

My pain left to bare.

Through the shards I can see

A torn, broken me.

My mirror is broken.

What would it take to piece back the pieces?

What would it take to change the reflection I see?

But for now, my mirror will stay broken.

Because what is broken is me.