is it ever enough?

I’ve been absent. I know. Kill me.

I’m sitting here, on my bed, choking through a vast puddle of tears, trying to figure out what the fuck I did wrong.

I gave space. I supported. I scaled back my feelings at times so as not to overwhelm. I was faithful. I loved. I desired. I went after what I wanted. I put myself out there.

Why? Why did I even open myself up to this bullshit. Life was easier when I was a ho. So…much…easier.