Men have always come in and out of my life. All types of men, friends, lovers, and family. They all have something in common, they will give up on me and they will leave me. They will see what the one before them saw and leave.

Today I wait for the next one to leave. The waiting is the worst part of it all because one day it will feel like I am taking my last breath and I’m not sure if I am ever going to breathe again. With each breath beginning to be less shallow than the last I am able to feel again.