back to the drawing board

I miss me.
I miss me so much.


I am tired of being stabbed in the back by the men I love.
I am tired of trusting so hard and loving so fast.

I am tired. My head hurts. I'm exhausted.

I am right back where I started. Reeling from the shock of betrayal.
I cannot understand how I fall so easily into this trap.

I gave my 500 percent this time and it still wasn't enough.
I was still not worth it.