“I want you in my life,” you said.
I believed you really meant it.
But for someone who
Wants me in their life
You are remarkably silent
And this relationship feels
Awfully one sided.

Maybe we have different ideas
Of what it means to want someone?
I know you don’t see me as more
Than just a friend.
But even as your friend
I am feeling left behind
And forgotten.

Now, now, there’s no need to worry
I am not trying to call you out.
I mean, not really, I don’t think.
I’m just trying to express how I feel.
It’s absolutely NOT a reflection on you.
I am totally fine being “that friend.”
You know, that friend of convenience,
The one you only have to think about
If they are standing next to you,
Or when they text you “Hello.”
But don’t feel pressured
To respond to my text right away
Or even in the same day.
I am just here for your convenience.

It’s been a couple of months
Since we last talked.
I should probably ask for my comics back.
Not that I don’t trust you’ll give them back eventually,
I wouldn’t have loaned them to you if I didn’t,
But maybe it’s best to cut the ties now
Rather than hold out too long,
Let my hopes get too high.
Best to squash that sooner
Rather than later, don’t you think?

Sorry, I keep making this about you.
It’s actually about me.
Really, it is.
It’s all about me.
It’s about my seeming inability
To mean much to some people.
It’s about how I’m always the one
That has to be “okay”
With being left alone,
The one that has to be “okay”
With being ignored,
The one that has to be “okay”
With being easily forgettable.
Really, it’s okay.
I am just here for your convenience.