No space

I have no space left.
No space for you in my mind…
in my body…
in my heart…

I have kept you here for two years making every excuse I could to whoever will listen just to have you here.  I have let you treat me with the most disgusting disregard…. listening all along to you tell me that I should respect myself… that I am a good person… that I am beautiful and smart… that I deserve good things…. and good people in my life.  Tell me Jason, if this is true… tell me, who, in the last 2 years that we’ve been seeing each other, have you told about me? About this good, smart, amazing person? Yeah, that’s how fucking special I am.

And yet I continue to make excuses to let you in my space… to be in your space.  I make excuses for YOU… I sit here waiting for YOU to change…

What the hell is wrong with me!?!?!?

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