I stopped trying.
I stopped crying.

I no longer yearn to open up to you.
you showed me my endeavors meant nothing.
Still I wonder if I kept trying,
eventually my words would get to you.

I hope not,
because Im through.

But I considered the advantage,
to prove you wrong
and make you fall.
Like you did me.

I explored the idea,
and the smirk on my face.
told me it would never happen
otherwise it would have already.

But maybe if you actually saw my cuts
I gave you so many chances
but you never took advantage
so Im forgetting about it.

And Im moving on.