It's a good thing she wants to talk about feeling unwanted and throwing yourself at someone because I can relate.

She posts photos from her apartment
Filled with fragments of me,
Scattered like confetti as décor,
Lovingly sent in the mail, fading fast,
As I trace the edge of a sole card received,
And remember it meant something,
When I felt grateful for that little crumb.

Now, I order this last thoughtful gift for her—
The final one—
But I don’t think she’ll notice.
She’s surrounded herself
With other people,
More than I ever could.

It’s not that I no longer want
To be her friend,
But I’m tired of convincing her
To be mine.

I won’t be there when she finally sees—
If she ever does—
How I was consumed,
Then left behind,
Like the owl that devours its prey,
Spitting out bones,
My remnants on the wall,
While she was busy
Throwing herself at others,
'Cause she felt unwanted.

Yeah, girl, I can relate.