They say there is a difference
between a Need and a Want.
I say I'm neither of them
and somehow it comes out as a taunt.
For I feel like a book on the shelf
with the boring color, lying out there just to be read.
And I don't remember the last time
when someone found me interesting, especially the things I said.
I believe I'm boring
cause books make a greater part of me.
I overshare sometimes
and then guilty is all I'll be.
But I love deeply
so, you can see it in my eyes
and I get clingy as a magnet
get upset over goodbyes.
I write you long text
because that's how I behave when I'm attached
and sing you some song out of nowhere
Get too comfortable to think before I act.
I'm a whole different story when I'm in love
I'll say I'm sorry without being at fault,
but somehow, I'm too much for someone to even look at
I'm neither needed nor wanted, and I'll stand by that.


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