I have decided this time
I will not bend;
My back can't take
The strain, and I
Am tired of picking up the pieces
Of this life I keep blowing up.
I always knew love meant compromise,
So I pour out my soul
And get tossed breadcrumbs
That come with a price
Way above their worth
(but below mine).
I'm raising my bar up high,
I don’t care if it’s too far to reach
Because I'd rather be alone
Than lower my standards again–
I deserve at least
To be met halfway,
Treated like an equal,
Not this doormat position
I've grown accustomed to lying in.
I want someone to want me for more
Than what I can give in to.
About the Creator
Bex Jordan
She/They. Writer. Gardener. Cat-Lover. Nerd. Always looking up at the sky or down at the ground.
Profile photo by Román Anaya.
Instagram: @UmaSabirah
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