I picked you.
I always always picked you.
Why was it so hard to pick me? Just once, fight for me?
You will never see me and yet here I am, waving waving waving in the darkness you left me in. Straining to see just abglimpse of you, silently begging for a scrap of attention- affection. I fought, i was sweet, I bitch. What else do I need to do?
I need to let go.