It is funny how love goes.
When the soaring, turns sour.
When the heady, turns hateful.
When the gentleness, turns gruesome.
You stay laying there.
Wallow in self-pity.
Whining, wailing, pitifully.
Waiting, in agony.
You hope they turn, with a loving glance at you.
You hope they realize, how valuable you are.
You hope they repent, regret, tearing, hurting, breaking you.
You yearn, wait, languish, hope to no avail.
They walk away calmly.
They walk whistling a lively tune.
They walk without a backward glance.
They ignore the wallowing, whining, pitiful you.
Merely walking away, turning the pages, letting the curtain fall.
Will you stay down?
Will you let you down?
Will you give up on you?
Will you abandon, turn away from you?
Walk towards yourself.
Turn over a new leaf.
It’s time to raise the curtain.
You are worth it.