“Life is not a Disney Movie”
are the words an ex-boyfriend
screamed at me.
It’s part of the reason
he’s an ex and always will be.
If you don’t see me as
a princess, a priority, a future,
then there is no happy ending
for us in store
because I know I deserve
that and so much more.
The force of the ocean waves
crashing on the shore
and the pull of the water
back to it’s home
has nothing on the pull
I feel in my heart
when you look at me.
I am suffocating in your guilt.
I didn’t get you into this mess.
I didn’t cause this to happen,
but yet I’m stuck dealing
with your consequences.
It’s not my job to be your pity party.
It’s not my job to make you feel better.
It’s not my job to make you less lonely.
Stop making it sound like it is.
I have a real job
with actual responsibilities.
I don’t have the time
or energy really to
deal with your constant guilt trips.
I’ll tell you what I tell the kids:
I don’t do tears,
Man up and get your shit together.
Stop suffocating me with YOUR problems.
I have enough of my own.
Sometimes I wish I were a pumpkin
because when looking for a pumpkin,
the bigger and rounder the better.
Maybe then someone would want me.