I begged death to take me

The first time you walked out—

Left me broken, shattered.

Cold and hollow

My tears could’ve filled a lake.

And I wept, and I wept,

Until even my tears

Grew tired of weeping.

I couldn’t walk out

Without looks of pity.

Then you came back.

I thought, this is it.

You came back for me,

Because deep in your heart,

You knew you couldn’t live

Without loving me.

But what a fool I was.

You walked out again—

This time, not looking back.

Left me once more

Shattered in tears.

I couldn’t move through the world

Without hearing what a fool I’d been.

“Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice, shame on me.”

So I gathered my skirts,

Learned to love me

In the way you never could.

I saw the worth

You refused to see.

And when you came back

Once again,

I knew—

This time,

You would never leave.

That finally,

You saw me.

You begged, and begged—

Words pouring:

“You’ve come back.”

But I had changed.

“I no longer need you.”

I looked at you,

Gathered my dress,

Left you in dread—

Not looking back.