what's not

yet another unfinished poem...

why won't i let myself dream big?
who did i believe when they said it wasn't for me?

Money...it's for rich people
Nice clothes...they're for thin girls

If he could choose anyone
It wouldn't be you, Melanie

You want me to believe that simply isn't true
But who says it's not, besides you?

it's hard to hear you out
when i can't even listen to myself

after all the promises he broke
you actually expect me to trust someone else

i can't believe in what you're saying
when i dont see it in anything you do

i can't keep dreaming with my eyes open
wondering if i'll wake up next to you

so.today i think i'll send you a letter
telling you exactly how i feel

i'll change my number and see
how long it takes for you to give up on me

is that the only way i'll figure out
what's real and what's not?