there is a blurred line between being needed and the façade wanting to be needed creates 

i have pledged to lay down every atom of my being to help you walk unfathomable lengths 

but oddly enough 

once the destination has been reached

i find that every time i outstretch for your hand

you are gone

though, this has never coaxed me to break free of this stagnant position you often leave me in

because i know that one day you will make haste back to me again

where your unrelenting hold on my wrists will whisper a woeful cry that you need me once more

forevermore i will reply to the beckon of your calls

because i need you to need me