Short Poetry to Satisfy My Boredom

Her and Him

I think I'm starting to feel Her again.
Has She come back for so long?
She's missed me, but I have not missed Her the same.
I pushed Her away to be with Him.
He gives me this fear in life.
I want that.
I longed for the hurt He gave me.
I searched for it.
For Him.
I don't want to miss Her, but she comes back.
She says She needs to make sure I'm safe.
She knows I'm not safe with Him.
She hates that I pay more attention to Him than Her.
I can't help that I love His destruction towards me.
Recently, She's been making Her way back to me.
She says she misses seeing that smile on my face that He did not give me.
She thinks that He's finally gone and out of my life.
He comes back just like She does.
She doesn't try to push him away like He does with Her.
He's more toxic and ruthless.
She's gentle and only wants the best.
Her name is Happiness.
I missed hearing Her name but thought I would never hear it again.
His name is Depression.
Making me not want to hear Her name again.
Except I have.
I miss Her.
I miss my Happiness.