Does he not see the way I am always thereAgreeing with everything he says
making like everything
is perfect for me
talking him down from his ledge
Does he notice how my eyes follow
his every move
as he undulates across a breathless room
Does he understand how badly I ache
for the passion I can see in his eyes
to alight on me in the Realm of Fear
I eternally dwell inside
Why cant things work out
the way that they should
Why cant he love me the way he love me
the way that he could
When the night comes to an end
all I have is a friend
and I remain unrequited
and misunderstood