I gave my heart so freely,
thinking love would be enough.
I offered my time,
my patience,
my everything,
hoping it would mean something.
But then, as soon as I let myself fall,
I saw their true colors,
their true selves,
and it wasn’t what I wanted.
They only wanted me for moments,
not for forever.
They were here to pass the time,
to have fun,
without ever wanting to commit,
without ever wanting something real.
It was like they played a part,
a role that suited them for now,
but when it came time to build,
to promise,
to stay,
they backed away,
distracted by something else,
someone else.
Their love was only a convenience,
a stopgap,
not a destination.
And it hurt.
It hurt to see that
the affection I gave
was met with only temporary interest.
That my hopes for a future
were dashed by their desire.
I thought I was giving them everything
they’d ever want,
but all they needed
was a distraction,
a laugh for the day.
When I opened my heart,
they revealed the truth.
They never wanted anything lasting,
never wanted the depth
that I was ready to offer.
They just wanted to be entertained,
to pass the time,
never to build a life together,
never to hold on to what we could have had.
I was left with the realization
that my love wasn’t enough
to make them stay,
to make them see
the value of what I had to give.
I was just a momentary joy,
a temporary friend,
when I wanted to be something more.
So here I am,
left with the ache of knowing
that my love was only a brief stop
on their journey,
and I’m left to pick up the pieces,
to understand that what I thought
was the beginning
was really just a passing moment
in their search for something less serious,
less lasting.
It’s painful,
feeling like my heart was just a place
for them to rest before moving on.
But I’m learning,
slowly,
that not everyone sees the same depth
that I do.
And while it’s hard to accept,
I know that my love
deserves more than just a passing glance,
more than just a mere enjoyment.
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