My shitty poetry diary

I need to be someone you want.

I need more than a toleration for my life.
I need your exploration of my bylines.

I need you to want to know what lies under my bones,
What keeps me up at night.
But instead, you just roll over while I'm right next you, aching inside.

You should want to know about the scars on my upper thigh,
Ask me questions, ask me why!
You should want to travel highways and byways to be by my side.

I can't just be someone you want to have,
I need to be someone you want to want.