I had to have a conversation
with myself again today,
and it wasn't a very pretty talk.
Because I had to remind myself
of things I'd rather pretend don't exist,
And tell myself it's time to grow up.
I did what I did
because you came back to me,
the real you, the one I called my love.
And I did what I do best
by giving it just one more chance,
and mostly, you didn't disappoint.
I saw you trying,
and I saw you changing,
and all the progress you were making.
I thought to myself,
"We're gonna be ok."
And felt a little hope.
But I couldn't shake this feeling.
Something nagging deep inside,
telling me I couldnt be happy with you anymore.
I told the voice shut up.
Told it to go fuck itself,
because I could make it work.
I mean, I finally got you back.
No way in hell
did I plan on letting you go.
I COULD FIX THIS.
I blamed this feeling on work,
and sure, work was an issue.
To the point I snapped and quit.
I was done feeling undervalued
and completely unappreciated,
by the people I busted my ass for.
Plus the toxicity of family members
and their cheating, backstabbing ways.
I was becoming sick.
Sick of it all,
all the fake shit
and all of the fake people.
I felt it coming to a peak
inside of myself,
I felt my breaking point coming.
“Reset.”
That word wouldn't leave me alone.
It was a menace to a trying heart and mind,
Finally, I realized I couldn't fix this.
At some point,
you just have to be done.
Whether it be by a wise willingness,
Or the complete inability to
possess tolerance for the situation anymore.
My “Me.” has just had enough.
So here I sit, in this foreign room,
Reseting, unsure of what my new future awaits, yet grateful.
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer. Small steps but this is my start! Please help me by commenting your feedback, I'd be grateful!
Comments (4)
This was so poignant and emotional. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Some parts were relatable. Enjoyed your writing style. Hope you're okay and hope for better days to come for you!
This poem is full of pathos and evokes genuine sympathy. Fake and traitorous as so many are, there are those who can be genuinely touched when you make the contents of your consciousness public in verse.
Awesome; I know we all felt that time and again. I did the same with my ex when his girlfriend dumped him and he wanted to come home. I thought about it. Thought hard since we had two kids. Finally, my mind said, "no way." My sons and I not only survived, we thrived. thank you for writing this to remind me how strong I can be.