My Soul

A soul that once shined so bright, crushed into an existential crisis.

Asking itself, why do I even bother?

Giving my heart and soul into every relationship I have

And they tantalize me into loving them

While they complain about their exes

Tell me that I’m everything they want

But;

Why does my everything, never turn out to be good enough?

“I slept with her to find out if we have feelings for each other”

“I went back to her because she’s the only one I depend on”

“We both came to Oneonta alone, I can’t leave her by herself”

Second choice.

Consolation.

Worthless.

Why give my soul to someone, just for them to torture it

And move onto the girl they’re actually in love with

Reviews

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If this is not my life I don't know what poem could come close. The feeling of never being enough haunts even after a break up.

Thanks for sharing

[jenna]

Thank you for reading:)