The warMature

Times like these I wish I could go back….

Back to a time before the war started again.

A war between my heart and my mind.

A war of whether or not he loves or even cares about me.

I use to never doubt it until now…

Every day without a word from him feels like a battle won by my mind.

A stab at my heart saying “You meant nothing”

“You were nothing but a warm pair of thighs for the night.”

Before my heart would counteract with him saying he loves me and the way he looks at me.

Now, it’s a losing battle full of nothing but doubt.

“Maybe I really was just a companion for the night”

“Maybe he never really cared.”

Maybe I was never good enough….

The End

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