This is the last poem for you
I’m done with pouring my feelings out
just to absorb them again
Like a sponge submerged
in a fish bowl
I’m done with being afraid
of standing up
of speaking out
of laughing
just because you’ll snigger
I’m done with hoping against hope,
yearning for a light.
Better to embrace darkness
than perish trying to get an unlit candle.
I’m done with trying to impress you from a distance
Its pointless to 'shoot my shot'
and hope for a bull's eye
when the target is continents away.
No more letters,
gifts,
or glances from me.
You won’t even notice it.
Which is fine,
because this is the last poem for you.
--2/3/2022
Theme : Love, self