I Need to Accept I’ll Never Be Your Number One
We’re worlds and lives apart.
Hi, it’s me.
You almost forgot about me, didn’t you? The weeks go by, the seasons shift, and soon we’re wishing each other well on our tiny screens. It’s been like that for a while, but I can’t ask for anything more, can I?
I know you’re still thinking about her. I don’t need to see your face to know the pain is still fresh, the hurt ripe for deconstruction, but you’ve never been the type to reveal all your scars. Every little thing I knew had to be pried from your closed-off gateway of a mind.
I wish I had the guts to call you a coward. Instead, I’ll let my silence fill in the gaps. You’re smart enough to realize when you’ve stepped on one too many hearts. Or are you really that oblivious? Did I give you too much credit all this time?
And did you ever realize I was hurting just as much?
I offered you a piece of me, and you pretended I’d never even said a word. You were so casually cruel — as if you were better, as if you were saner, as if you were stronger. But maybe you fooled yourself for too long.
Instead, I see someone who’s afraid to let love knock on your door. You talk big about wanting to open yourself up to someone — but have you ever done it? Or did you…
