I'm back. Not that you care.
You're like that old boyfriend I had once
who barely looked up when I entered the room.
And only gave me a compliment once
and that was on my shoes.
Even though you don't always make me feel good about myself
I'm happy to be back in your big, gray arms.
It's okay, you don't have to hug back
as long as you
don't push me away.