A Fleeting Bond

My eyes, arms, heart, guts, and limbs-I offer them all to you, laying bare my vulnerability. But in return, I crave more than just your gaze; I yearn for you to see the entirety of who I am.

I'm not repulsed by your scrutiny; rather, I'm baring my soul because it feels like you're more interested in dissecting me than understanding the person I've become.

I often find myself questioning the nature of our friendship, haunted by doubts that gnaw at my core. All I ever wanted was a fragment of the affection I hold for you returned, a mere whisper of acknowledgment in this vast silence.

Why is it always me reaching out, always me hoping for a response that seldom comes? Do you ever pause to ponder my existence, or do I need to shed my very essence for you to truly see me? If so, take it all-my blood, my skin-anything to bridge this gap between us.

My need for you runs deep, so deep that I'd willingly sacrifice the remnants of myself just to stir a flicker of concern within you. Yet, despite laying myself bare, you seem content to pick and choose when to acknowledge my presence, leaving the rest of me yearning for validation.

Months have passed, and with each passing day, I grow wearier. Wearier of being the one who leans while you stand firm, wearier of this unending cycle of need. But even in my fatigue, I cling to the hope that letting go won't leave me empty-handed.

So, I choose to persist in this dance of friendship, though the steps feel uneven and uncertain. Use me as you will, for I've accepted that I may never be your priority, even though you are mine. I've made peace with the fact that I'm but a fleeting flame in your eyes, not the blazing fire you are to me.

So, once again, use me or don't, like me or don't, think of me or don't, I have accepted it and, in this acceptance, lies a silent resolve-a resolve to greet you each day with a smile, to utter the word "Hello" despite the ache in my heart. For in this simple act, I find solace, a fleeting moment of connection amidst the vast expanse of our tangled emotions.