It’s funny how possessive I am. I let you go to protect you and when I realize you’ve moved on all I want it to suck you back in like a riptide and pull you under so you can never leave. Run. Run as far away as you can. I feel so worthless in these moments, like I was never enough and that I wasn’t even worth the fight even though I wanted you to leave me alone. I feel like a passing fancy, something that sounds good but never good enough to want, truly want. I feel ugly with what I want to do to break you and crush you into a little nothing person only wanting to follow me around, a puppy, so that I am always enough and I am the sun to your universe. It’s crazy how 20 minutes ago I gave zero, count them ZERO fucks about you but the moment someone else wants you I become obsessed with owning you. I am pathetically immature. I wish I were better. I wish I were good enough for me to not care. I am a two year old throwing a tantrum because someone wants to play with the toy I don’t care about because it’s MINE dammit. But you’re not mine. You never were. And I have someone else I care about. It’s time to grow up and stop being offended by people moving on. Sometimes I’m Peter Pan and sometimes I’m Wendy.