what am i?

 I just want someone to tell me who I am

I'm not desperate for love but desperate for my presence
As a star, as a sun, as anything bright, even if a lamp
In someone's life, bright enough to call me a friend.

This melancholic urge to be called a lover
A silent stare, a skipped heartbeat, an echo under the covers
I want someone to call me their haven, their stunner
Anything but a secluded figure, instead a potential lover.

I guess I just want this to be all over,
Walk over my past selves, eager to become a toxic flutter
A manipulated grin, a temporary link, oh to be called someone
Like I've been calling myself an enigma since September
Like I've been running to prove myself as if a complex lecturer
I'd rather die in my dreams than face this dilemma
Of never finding what I truly love, I truly love like a summer.

10march25