This is is dedicated to you both

I potentially broke up with you six weeks ago,
I told you that I needed space in the relationship
That I needed a voice,
I am not heard nor listened to
regardless of whatever you stated
I did not get what I need
Even though told you in text and not in person
I still think about you constantly,
How you're doing?
What are you up to?
What are you eating today?
How is Fluffy?
Also, I hope you are wondering about me
What grad school am I go?
with all the same questions minus the old gray hairy cat named Fluffy
I hope that we can heal and come together not to the way it was,
but where we can go towards.

To the white boy on the New Jersey,
You are the first person in my life to actually show me respect
who actually cared about how I am doing
who invest in my time
and interested when I talk about feminism and tiny houses
though we video chat and text often
I miss your physical presence near me
because of the past four weeks have been really hard
whether it is grad school to drowning myself
I wish I can just put my head on your tattooed shoulder
I love you,

I love you both
In a lot of ways I have to let you both go
Let you do your thing and not glorify you both
I will let me be me


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