Maybe if I post again
All the likes will make me forget
That you chose
Repeatedly
To not choose me
Maybe if you text again
I’ll have the strength
to not respond
to not relax into the comfortability
you provide and take away so easily
You have made me into a petulant child
Begging and crying for something sweet
Something that will make me happy right now
But will lead to rot and decay within me
Because no matter where I wish the fault would lie
It was always me who let you in