She said she really likes me,
But she wasn't looking for a relationship,
And she isn't looking for one now.
I know not when my love will be put to sleep;
but now I'm staring,
Daring not to count the sheep.
As the fan blades spin endlessly,
Does my lover lay awake,
In her bed like me?
Alone and cold but waiting breathlessly,
All the while the question swimming endlessly;
"Does my lover ever wonder about me?"
She says she writes out of necessity,
But I write for a different need.
I need the attention need the applause need validation but most of all,
I need you….
To need me.