Choose me
I’d beg
The ever abusive
Perpetual victim
Choose me
I’d silently wish
The emotionally unavailable
Only interested on their terms
Choose me
I’d weep to the
The hot and cold
Love bomber
Never was I chosen
Until I chose myself
I chose me
My expression
My peace
My goals
My happiness
Then,
I started to be chosen
By the right ones
I no longer had to wish
Beg, or weep for
The bare minimum
