I've been thinking about you again.
Thinking about your smile and the way you talked.
And all the little things you used to do.
But you've moved on,
And I'm glad honestly.
I want you to be happy,
I don't want you to try to chase me.
I have no right to be upset,
But I am.
And it hurts.
I have no right because I pushed you away.
I told you no.
I've turned into the person I've always hated,
A person who only wants what they can't have.
I do this everytime.
When will I stop being afraid?
When will I grow up?
When will I finally say yes?
I don't know,
But I've turned into

*a monster.