I'm being driven insane by the people who aren't in my life. Those lonely headlights that deaden my peace as they teasingly speed towards me and then away. I kept a mental diary of the people who could've, but didn't: The busker in stripes, a haloed waitress, that note taker.
This question was posed to me: Why go to different bars when they all serve alcohol?
She kept not being there, while I kept asking. I think I asked too much of her, to ask for emotional support. Social normatives don't need that.
In the end, no one needs anything, and really, that's all I can ask for.
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Sometimes some need things, or some things need things, or things need someone. But then again, we can always hide under the covers & need becomes naught.
I keep reading this from under the covers, unsure as to whether it was what I needed it or not.
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