we're all the unwanted, all the desired.

It's complicated, we're chasing the tails of the ones we can't have, the ones who don't need us, the ones who won't keep us. Lovers and friends and crushes and acquaintances; we shine on them a glowing light and expect them to take the heat! It's only a matter of time until we fall too far behind and we move on to the next intriguing flash in the brush, leaving our well-deserved wounds un-licked.

They want me and we want you and you want him and he wants them.

And we all grow infected. And we all grow lonely.

Why are we never satisfied by the ones who actually like us?

But we more-so wonder why the ones we want to like us are never the ones who do.