i cannot be mad at you for not loving me
i do forgive you
how could you love me
when sometimes
i dont even love
myself
its weird
i had just hoped
that you saw something in me
you acted like you did
but i guess i was wrong
i see so much in myself
i have dreams and goals
but apparently they dont match yours
i have dreams of dancing in new york
i have dreams of riding wild ocean waves
i have dreams of staying happy
because if you dont make your own happiness now
you definitely wont have it later
i have goals of making others happy
i have goals of having my own little family
i have goals of being my best self that i can be
but apparently those goals dont match yours
and thats okay
i forgive you