RESENTMENT Because I feel like you left me. Left something that was supposed to be. You didn’t even try, when there was no reason not to. Resentment because even you said it was everything you wanted. You lead me to believe. You wondered where I had been your whole life. Have you ever loved somebody so much it made you cry? Have you ever loved somebody? Shhhid, have you ever loved? Resentment because it made so much sense, While this makes no sense. Being without just makes no sense. I can remember every memory, vividly. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. They make me smile during the day, and haunt me at night. Resentment, because I’ll never understand why, or why not. When you love different, you hurt different. When you love different, they don’t always get it. Resentment because it was your decision. You scooped me, swept me off my feet, just to sweep me under the rug. I should have known. You never had intentions to keep me. That’s why you lied. It was never your intention to change the story, as it was already written. Make your parents proud. It was never your intention to travel the road less traveled. Resentment because I still think it could be us. Sickening. Sickening to think that I could still do this. Sad, that I could even still consider. Resentment because you took me there, places I had never been. Had never seen. Resentment, because it’s places I never want to go again. I just don't get it, it makes no sense. Resentment because I don't know what to believe. Is this love? Is this real? Is it meant? If not, why won’t it go away? Resentment because I believed this was perfect. We struck a match, and the fire has been burning since. A match made in heaven. Resentment because you won’t acknowledge the flames. I can’t be the only one who wants this enough to fight for it. Resentment because I won’t force it. You’d rather let love slip. Now resentment exists. Love’s fool for loving you. Sometimes I resent myself.