Every night for the past few weeks I have sat there like a dog begging for his attention,
At first, I got it… it was wonderful, I was happy, I went home happy. I think he did too.
I couldn’t shut up, and now his sweet words are bitter, they cut like razors, but I deserve it.
I deserve all that is coming back to me, when is hope not enough, and when is it not worth it anymore.
I sit in here 23 hours of the day, alone. I’m lonely, it was easy to like him.
Now I end up begging for hours, only to be sent away without so much as a pat on the head.
I curl up elsewhere, cold, abandoned, lonely. I’m lonely.
Engaged but without emotion, hopeful.
