The Want

Wanting someone to be there 

Wanting someone to love me 

Wanting someone to stay here 

Does that makes me selfish? 

 

Wanting someone to take care of me 

Wanting someone to talk 

Wanting someone to understand me 

Does that makes me demanding? 

 

Wanting someone to listen my thoughts 

Wanting someone to stay 

Wanting someone to get me out of distraught 

Does that make me greedy? 

 

This want is slowly becoming a need 

A need to find that someone 

That someone who I always dreamed of 

A person by whom I’ll never be condemned 

 

But this want and need was never fulfilled 

A deep fear of abandonment it instilled 

And made me believe I will never be enough 

This bleeding soul would be left in rough