Promise

The next one to fall short,
I will not wait til it adds up,
I’ll be out, steering clear…
Leaving him in the dust.
No more loving potential…
Because it’s the potential to be disappointed…
No more waiting for promised to be fulfilled…
No more waiting for it all to be worth it.
My hearts been scarred and bruised,
But that’s partially my fault…
My fault for settling,
Turning a blind eye,
& Feeling bad for having my own flaws.
No more settling for the anxiety…
No more chasing
Because it’s beneath me…
No more work to convince some man
That he’s better off with me.
No more working to make another “better”
Because it’ll leave me with my own work to do…
No more shouldering some man’s baggage &
Making myself depressed & uncomfortable.
I will walk away when I know,
I’ll trust my heart and mind
So I will know the right time to do so,
No more waiting it out to see if it turns out fine.