she was always paired up;
him and her, all of them together.
you are both important,
i love you and also her
i chose them, yet you are still here.
i was betrayed, and i turn to you.
you are special, but not as much;
you make me happy, but they do too.
i could spend the day with you or her,
i would be happy either way.
but i say that you're precious for
the tears in your eyes compel
me to claim "i need you, i swear!"
and turn around to choose them instead.
what she really wants is to be necessary.
to stand alone,
to be irreplaceable
on her own.