attention whore {draft}

you are desperate,

you are desperate for attention like a baby craving

their mother’s warmth,

like a puppy that wants to play,

like a kid repeatedly calling someone’s name to see

them do something they do everyday.

you are an attention whore,

and before you disagree let me relay what popped

up when i searched up your name,

“a person who behaves in a provocative, outrageous, or

reprehensible way in order to attract attention.”

it’s embarrassing to admit that i was crying over

people that acted like children in a candy shop

whenever they received the slightest bit of attention.

my words wrap around you like the sunshine

providing you with warmth, like a blanket when you’re

going to bed.

comfort and familiarity is what you found in me,

empty words, fake promises, and lies is what you

resided in me,

you wouldn’t be able to handle me even if i gifted you

a “sydney” handbook with written notes on the side.

i know that now, but back then when i was in my room

crying no could convince me i wasn’t the problem,

you are an attention whore and sadly i believed the

flowery words because i would rather believe that

you liked me than the fact that you were using me

when you were bored

because of you i’m worried that people will be bored

of me after seven days.

now am i an attention whore?