Your own need for satisfaction;
To feel wanted,
To feel needed.
You need me.
You want me to need you,
So you need me.
But you can go unhurt,
Turn away,
Deny it all:
That’s not the way you feel.
Not about me.
Never about me.
You don’t want me.
So turn to another
Convince them they want you
And I’m discarded.
I may attempt escape,
Protection for myself,
Self preservation,
But you know it feels good to me.
I’m easily convinced.
Easily led astray.
So those looks,
Those comments,
Those touches
Stoke the embers,
And the passion is rekindled.
You need me.
But you don’t want me.
It burns me.
The cooling remission is slow to seep through,
But by that time
Will you need me again?