Me and Them

I love them because I must,
But sometimes it just feels like lust.
And sometimes I wish I could choose,
But then the most important thing, I lose.

I am a single flower
Withered away with no shower.
Until they notice me,
Then they act like a bee.

They’re always open to listen
As long as he’s not in
I often come second, which isn’t a surprise
They still can’t see it when they look in my eyes

So in this so called relationship
Would you call this your family, or just a friendship?