Please love me

That sudden, terrifying moment when I realized you don't need me. I am a bonus, an extra. Without me you would continue on, or at least it seems that way. But why would you forget me like that. You say you love me. I don't know if you realize what it means anymore, but I know that I MUST still love you because I can feel you ignoring me clawing at my throat, my lungs, my eyes. It hurts so fucking bad. I would die without you. Is that sad? To admit that I would stop without you? Is it obsessive, possessive, creepy, nagging, anxious, tiresome if I say this to you? I can't leave because those scattered bright moments of pure, concentrated joy are so perfect that I forget all of this just for a little while. I remember when I wasn't an obligation to you, like a pet you hate but can't stand to get rid of. I want to be the one you take with you. The one you are proud to be with. I want to be your everything. Or just something, anything, except for this nothing. I'm so tired of this nothing.