A poem about possibilities.

This is a losing game.

I don’t need you at all.

I don’t want you as my man.

Ever met someone who you spent more time with in your head than you did actually talking to them? Inspired by someone I met a little while ago.

The process of healing
may take some time–

Have you ever wished, and hoped, and prayed, that you could go back and start over in anything? Work, play, or love?

You had to learn a really hard lesson.

You are out of chances now.

We had many chances to walk away.