At what point do you realize that something is hopeless to try for or want?
How long do you wait around for someone to decide “you’re worth it”?
What’s wrong with wanting happiness, and wanting it regardless?
Scraps and pieces of time.
Things I’m expected to live up to, that I never could.
No actual working plans for a future together.
I want to be happy. I want to be loved for me.
I want to feel like the only one; and know I am;
Or I don’t want it at all.
J.Rounds (c)2016 ~Peaces of Me