Calling My Name

by Liara Tamani

Too bad you’re already that boy, who makes promises of love, but lies, lies, lies to get what he wants, and so easily convinces us we want the same thing. That boy who preys, makes us give, wish, hope, pray, then wait and wait and wait. That boy I hate.

“You’re just going to have to trust you did the best you could and send these applications here on their way.”

Freeing yourself was one thing; claiming ownership of that freed self was another.