After(thought)

I've grown so accustomed

To being an

Afterthought

(the space I've taken

my whole life).

Every story needs a supporting side-character

Or a (highly-biased, unreliable) narrator;

Everyone has their role to play.

So, I'm not used to being important

(outside of what

I can do for people…)

But you treat me

Like a priority,

Even with all the things

You have going.

You already have everything,

Yet you still reach for me?

(i'm not used to this.)

I don't remember being as happy

As when I was with you.

Maybe I never have been

Before.

You told me

I'm not alone,

And I cried

Because I realized

How lonely I've been

Even in my

Serial monogamy.

(i don't feel worthy.)

Why would you want me?

You're too Intelligent,

Beautiful,

Kind

To be interested

In the likes

of me.

But here you are,

Even from so far

Away,

(when I can't do

a thing for you)?

How are you

changing

All I ever thought

about my

place?

I feel a hollowness

Fill with

the warmth you

freely give;

I think I might finally

actually

want

to

live.