Three Hundred Thousand Minutes

It's been Three Hundred Thousand minutes.

Long enough to seem like an eternity, although it has really only been Seven Months.

Throughout, it has taken much toil, incredible pain, and a sense of unknowing that could lead anyone to insanity. 

I don't know the point of continuing this drawn out rejection,

But it will not be a relationship,

Against every fiber of my being.

Not sure why I tried so hard

At something that was not going anywhere.

Guess I thought it would.

But I realize now that no amount of effort 

Could change how you feel.

And no amount of effort could 

Change your recklessness.

This poem is about: 
Me

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