The not so pretty truth

The people that I choose, don’t choose me!

I throw my accusations at an unprepared friend.

Two hours later second guessing myself…

When I was so sure.

Re-reading the messages exchanged…

I said it right. Right?

The people that I choose, don’t choose me.

To the person that at one time chose me over others.

Are you hurting me on accedent or purposely? Why is it hard to see how that would feel?

From the crazy emotions of one broken person to another.

You said you loved me. You said you would be there.

Pleading now…

Why are you hurting me on accent or purposely? What is so hard about seeing me?

Self hate begins to swirl… The same self hate we share.

I asked if you were pulling away.

I asked as I pushed you.

Did I just purposefully or accidentally hurt you? Were my hard feelings reaching you?

To the person I love, from the person that doesn’t deserve love?

The people that I choose, I dont allow to choose me.

Did I just “proove” my point?