Why do you seem to exist in spite of me
The words below your image are a sad excuse for poetry
And your jokes are bland as ever
Why do you stand boldly on my platform
Seeming to dare me to look at you
Challenging me
I suspect a call for attention
Much like how I used to
But if I were to voice these suspicions
I'm sure I'd be looked down upon until I was laughing at my own self and how pitiful I had become
On the outside I'll beg of you to leave me completely
But I know that within me is still the constant plea that you will return and be better than when you last left