Choices

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. 

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