No More Explaining

 No More Explaining


I’m tired of explaining

how much I want you here,

tired of painting the picture

of us,

while you keep the brush idle.


I won’t wait at the door

for a knock that may never come,

or hold my breath

for a wish you won’t speak.


If you wanted me,

I’d already know.

If I was your choice,

I wouldn’t have to ask.


So I’m stepping back,

not because I love you less—

but because I’ve finally learned

to love myself more

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