Dear Mr. Nobody...

It’s not you, it’s me,
I can get a bit obsessed,
A bit clingy,
Tolerate damn near anything,
Just to feel like you won’t leave me.
Toxic attachment:
That there is my style,
Makes me wanna cling to niggas not worth my while,
Be running for miles,
Self love tank on E,
Ignoring Spirits’ cries & what it is I really need.
And it goes beyond you, right to the past
(Daddy issues make me wish everything lasts).
So when I’m not the one you choose,
I feel it deeper than I probably should,
It becomes personal, I doubt myself,
And I really wish you understood.
Or maybe could explain to me?
Why her and not me?
What’s with you niggas that get you so bored with one thing?
And now I have to sit with it & keep on wondering why?
Keep pausing my day to take a break and cry...
All the while this is who you are and you don’t bat an eye.