I Don’t Want to

I don’t want to love him

but I do.

I don’t want to hurt when I hear his silence

but I do.

I don’t want to dream about him holding my hand, walking the streets of my old neighborhood, talking, keeping me safe

but I do.

I want to want someone who notices me

talks to me

games with me

loves me

loves me.

He doesn’t love me.

They never love me.

He wants more.

They want more.

I want more.

He wants hotter

smarter

funnier

sexier

fantasy-er.

They all want hotter

smarter

funnier

sexier

fantasy-er.

I want

love.

I want

him.

But I don’t want to.

I never wanted to.

 

 

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