My better self
Is giving my weak and silly self
A pep talk.

He isn't worth it, she says.
There's nothing to like, let alone love.
And you don't love him, anyway,
It's an infatuation.
He paid you some attention,
Made you feel amazing, and admired,
But he should have kept his **** mouth shut.
Why would you care about someone,
Who would do that to his two friends,
One he called his best friend?
What a scumbag.
Forget him.
Let.  Him.  Go.

My weak and silly self smiles a silly smile
And nods, weakly.
Yes, yes,
She says.
Yes.