Life

Too Much
You ask me to be your friend,
but my love exceeds friendship.
You want me to be just a friend
and I must, then,
cherish mere minutes
between days you spend
with your lover.

You think you value me as your friend,
but your time and energy
do not belong to me
and I feel of little worth.
You touch me as a friend,
the touch impersonal,
there are no kisses I can claim,
your passion is not mine.

I am but a friend,
and that does not hurt you.
You hurry off to see your lover
so easy to leave me,
and my heart bleeds.
You do not know my pain,
for I love you much too much
to be but your friend

...............................yeah.

*sigh*

my life.