I'm not much of a poet but also I have words that need to go somewhere so here they are.
Today I realized that your love and your absence feel the same.
You let me chase you.
You force me to chase you for a crumbs of attention.
You like it.
You get off on being the object of my love.
I chase.
I chase.
I give.
I sacrifice.
You take.
You take.
You refuse.
I chase.
I give more.
You take more.
You ghost me.
I chase harder.
I give more.
Except, you forgot I don't need you.
I have me and mine.
You were extra.
So when I stopped, I didn't notice your absence.
I noticed my freedom.
I could breathe again.
I guess you haven't noticed I stopped.
Honestly, it hurt to stop because if I stopped I had to see that I was running from myself.
So I'm not mad.
We're good.
Your love and your absence feel the same.
I choose me.
I choose mine.
The door is open to you but I'm not holding my breath anymore.
