I just wanted someone
to think about me
and as much as I have
pushed you away,
you always appear
out of the woodwork.
Blending into the walls,
you constantly find me
right when I need you.
Though I hide,
I hide in plain sight
waiting, knowing
you will find me.
You make me feel special
and wanted and desired
and like I matter.
And that is the feeling
I have always craved
but at the same time
you don't truly know me
so it's not genuine.
I hide one more time
on one hand hoping
that you will go away
but still wanting
you to pursue me anyway.