Chosen

I keep thinking about it. It won't stop.

Part of me knows I tried to manipulate him into an answer of how he felt about me

when perhaps he wanted to take things slow.

I'm picking up the pieces of those who smashed the image of the man I loved,

but they are shattered.

As Diana cries for Darryl whenever someone speaks of him negatively, I cry too.

For those who are readily available are usually abusive,
and those who are far away

are not.

But it's okay. It's okay that I feel insecure.

I had a love that was rare and out of this world.

Can't say it was all in my head.

I don't have faith I can be chosen, for I am the girl who is too obsessive over the men she loves,

but for now,

I know I am worthy to myself.

It's not enough forever,

but it's enough

for now.