Some sad stories

Needed me

(If you can't guess by the title, the song is "Needed Me" by Rihanna)

You needed me, but I never understood why.

We fight and bicker and argue. It's not healthy, never was, never will be. Yet you still needed me

It was late, way later than normal, and I stumbled inside our shitty little apartment.

I was drunk, more drunk than usual, and you walked up to me and were instantly putty in my hands. I screamed at you, because I realized what I had done to you.

I brainwashed you.

I made you believe I was in love with you, when I never loved you; I needed you, there was an difference. I was manipulative and abusive and yet every time I get home I would be greeted by welcoming arms forgetting about the bruises on your wrists and the handprints on your neck.

I don't have those welcoming arms anymore.

I miss them, I miss you, I miss us. My only friend now is a bottle.

I need you.

I realize it every single time I walk home from a bar, and you aren't there to welcome me home.

I know I said you needed me, but I never realized I needed you just much as—maybe even more than— you needed me.

You've moved on. I saw you hanging out with him, whoever he is. I hate him, you should be mine.

And I sit here, in a bar, alone, my eyes burning from the bright lights and the serious amount of whiskey I've downed, wishing I could come home to you: wishing I could be there when you needed me.

When they said nothing is worse than being cheated on, they lied.

Because nothing, is worse, than watching the person you love, love someone else.

You needed me.

Now you don't.

And the sad part is, I need you.