*Freewrite, not yet edited. Mostly just processing.*
How long would it take you
to notice I was gone?
How badly would you
Want to speak at my funeral?
An opportunity for the thing
You always craved from me:
Attention.
One last chance,
Still never earned.
I was too easy for you all along
Or so you thought,
Until I decided that I
Wanted to receive as much
as I gave.
It would be ironic then,
If you spoke at my funeral,
Because just like now,
I’d have nothing more to offer you.