Third ChoiceMature

It’s selfish and
It’s self-centred
That I wont stand
To be ignored and
Still hold your hand

I’m not yours to be on-call
‘We’re not friends anymore’
You mumble as you fall
Deeper into the hole of self-pity
Forgetting it’s my heart, you maul

Two fingers tickling my throat
I had to hold my own hair back
I had no one to keep me a-float
Slurring and spitting insults at me
Yet I’m still holding your coat

You beg and you stumble over words
‘Please don’t leave me like this’
And I realise just how this is fucking absurd
I had to do it alone and I know it’s hard
But you can’t expect me to be your third


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