Sick of this guy just being a friend,
desperately I crave more
in return. Telling myself this time
will be special, be better.
Always turning out to never be
what I want right now,
trying again, for something more.
Laughing and talking and bonding with time,
just having fun, always
disorienting me so, as you�re
just being yourself.
May never understand your motives,
confusing are all your
actions, as they prevent something more.
~2003~