Unsettled

I don't know what I am to you, and I don't know if i'll be of importance to you today or tomorrow.
I have no assurance.
No certainty.
No hold over you.

Whether or not I exist, you have no concern over it.

...or...have you?

Tell me things that are concrete, for I fabricate fantasies from words pouring out of your mouth.
Make me feel secure, for I feel so swayed every time you speak.
Say something real...because I don't want vagueness.
Am I a priority?  Or am I just a choice?
Do I fit in your life?  Or do I just fill in the gaps?

Call me a martyr or whatever.
I won't care whatever I am...because it's alright with me.
Whatever I am, i'll take it.
I'll stomach it.
I'll settle for it.