I would choose myself over you!
I am being unapologetic about it,
As I am honest, even when I like you more.
A forest would choose her burnt trees
and withered flowers as they are hers,
Even when I am broken, I am mine to be underwritten.
Not by you as you are still a lover, treating me as a home.
I see you with myself even when I am fine
with everything undone and hardly true.
When I choose myself over you, I’d be kind to you,
And when I’d ask you the same thing,
I am hoping that you choose yourself over me too.