Real ish
i’m done waiting.
i’m done wanting you and feeling dumb.
i’m tired of seeing you with someone else.
i’m done with you disappointing the expectations i created in my head.
i’m done standing and watching and wishing to be someone different. someone else.
because i like being me.
and really, i wish that i could be done.
and i say i’m done. as if feelings can just be turned off.
but they can’t.
so really i’m not done. yet.