It didn’t matter to them
Requests brushed away, no initiative taken
I didn’t matter to them
Rejection, abandonment
It’s not about them
Wounds linking, decades difficult to heal
Trauma triggered on repeat
No tools, no manual, empty co-pilot seat
Sad for me, learning the hard way
Having to learn so much, so late
Always reaching nothing
I learned
I finally learned
To not care
Without consistent reciprocation
It costs me too much
To read the ask in the extension
Perfumed peach
Of course
To not worry about what to say
Because there is nothing to say
When there is no conversation
I learned
It’s not about them
Leave them with their limits
I’m okay
-Melissa Donley