I hope you find a reason to smile.

I want to be good enough for you. I keep trying, changing, adjusting.. for you. I wait for you, I wait for a text, I wait for anything. But you know what I get from you? Nothing. You keep me waiting days on end for you. Constantly checking my phone. You have no intention of texting or calling me. You have no intention of hanging out with me. You have no intention of being anything more than what we are. But you feel the need to get my hopes up as if we could someday be something more. You play with my emotion like it’s a game of fucking monopoly. And I know it. I know it and I let you.

I compare my body to every girl who walks by.