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Andrew
I'm fine.
You just can't see my tears.
they won't fall
for a man who couldn't try.
I'm not dead,
nor dying.
His love didn't kill me
His betrayal didn't break me.
Just because I don't cry
Doesn't mean I don't care.
I can smile,
But I'm still sad.
Don't judge me
for not needing him.
I never needed him
I wanted him.
I wanted to be loved
and happy.
I loved him.
I still do.
But I won't cry
for a man
unworthy of my time
and tears.
Really, I'm fine.
You don't need to worry;
and stop staring at me
like I'll break in a minute.
I don't need him
to be happy.
I don't need romance
or lust.
I don't know what I need
But it's not him.
It's not the pain
or the joy.
I'm not crying,
I'm not curled in a ball.
I'm not wondering why
I wasn't enough.
He's not worthy of the tears
or the detachment from life.
And I know that I was more than enough.
Maybe that was the problem.
Men are such fickle creatures.
We don't want more
we want perfection.
We want the impossible.
We want insanity from love.
Something we can't understand
but doesn't scare us.
The impossible.
He couldn't handle the impossibility I found.
So I don't stay up wondering,
I live my life.
I don't hold myself back ...
But I haven't moved on yet.
You just can't see my tears.
they won't fall
for a man who couldn't try.
I'm not dead,
nor dying.
His love didn't kill me
His betrayal didn't break me.
Just because I don't cry
Doesn't mean I don't care.
I can smile,
But I'm still sad.
Don't judge me
for not needing him.
I never needed him
I wanted him.
I wanted to be loved
and happy.
I loved him.
I still do.
But I won't cry
for a man
unworthy of my time
and tears.
Really, I'm fine.
You don't need to worry;
and stop staring at me
like I'll break in a minute.
I don't need him
to be happy.
I don't need romance
or lust.
I don't know what I need
But it's not him.
It's not the pain
or the joy.
I'm not crying,
I'm not curled in a ball.
I'm not wondering why
I wasn't enough.
He's not worthy of the tears
or the detachment from life.
And I know that I was more than enough.
Maybe that was the problem.
Men are such fickle creatures.
We don't want more
we want perfection.
We want the impossible.
We want insanity from love.
Something we can't understand
but doesn't scare us.
The impossible.
He couldn't handle the impossibility I found.
So I don't stay up wondering,
I live my life.
I don't hold myself back ...
But I haven't moved on yet.
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