They say "we accept the love we think we deserve"
but why does nobody talk about the stage that gets you to consider that you merit the
dearth of emotions someone brushes you by,
where you start to believe you deserve the emptiness someone leaves you in their wake.
Or the way they assure you the whole world
only for them to leave
you on seen the very next.

Who decides to want a love that has holes in them
to have a daunting urge to be consumed by love only
to feel bereft under the arms of the term.
To want to...