I gave you all of me,
and what do I have
to show for it?
A year of tears
and heartbreak,
and not much else.
But the question begs:
why do I continue
to come back to you?
Why does it matter
what you think of me
when you've hurt me so?
I think it's because
I've had countless men
treat me like I was invisible.
But you saw me even when
I wanted to disappear,
you looked into my eyes.
And when I needed to forget,
you reminded me
that I wasn't alone.
And maybe I needed you then,
and you had a purpose
in my life after all.
But at some point,
enough becomes enough
and it's time to move on.