Elucidating Questions

And I know

It’s not about me needing you

It’s about you needing me

And you don’t.

That truth kills me daily.

Because the answer in the end was that no one does.

That truth hurt.

It hurt the most, that I’m unnecessary.

Pretending to be wanted, thinking of these things that could want me for whatever reason.

Even when there was no reason it was okay to be wanted.

It was okay.

It was realising, even though I thought otherwise, that you don’t need me.

When I look out and think,

I need you

And the answer

Was that I’m the one who was unneeded from the start.

I thought I could fit into the story,

Perhaps I had a part to play.

If I had played along.

Now all that’s left is this daily reaffirmed truth,

Unneeded.

There’s are millions of others, just like me.

There is only one you.

That’s the end of my story.

I guess I’m just passing through.