If what I have to offer isn’t enough for you— my looks, my conversation, my drive,
by all means
Leave.
I have got enough of
All of the above
to fill myself up.
There isn’t a void here for you.
Find someone to tear down who isn’t whole.
I am entirely made up of myself.
I am witty and clueless, I know nothing about anything and everything about nothing,
and I live laughing and crying and repeating the vivacious vicious cycle that is my life.
I look at myself in the mirror now and I smile
because I glow for me.
