thoughts at 4 am

addicted

you introduced me to a foreign phenomenon
an experience so sensational
i was convinced i was lucky to be captivated by you
i looked to you
to be told how important that i was
i wanted your validation
to be a salve for my doubt
a balm for my feelings of unworthiness
a cure for ailing uncertainty
but your mediocre attempts of praise were fleeting
far too many gaps of cynicism lay bare
waiting for the gaping hole of desperation to be closed
yet i still looked to you
because i wanted to be wanted
by you
but you see, this phenomenon wasn't anything extraordinary 
it wasn't rare, paradoxical, or unique
it was the most basic attempt
of lazy love