Only for Myself

High School

Stalking you
on social media
is extremely
juvenile.
I roll my eyes
at your stupid little
whore.
But am frustrated
that I feel even
an echo
of adolescent angst.
I told myself
I wouldn't let you
make me feel
like this
again.
It's not rational
to feel this prick
of possessiveness.
But it's just enough
to make life
interesting.
Sometimes I think I like
hurting myself.
I'm finally loved.
What the fuck
is wrong with me?