Two pools of grey blue envy
Are they, them,
flawed and positioned
Better at false ways
or lessoned
Lovers of the love
that loves me not
Or in her own words
crossed the lips
Perfect and missed,
now differently
Friends,
yes I miss this
so I accept
To listen
to how the others,
them, they
Meant so much
more,
then I will ever
Ever did, will know
though so polarized
are the views, the needs,
my own wants,
and never to be
desires us as
Friends,
co creators,
bound by legacy
But green eyes visions
of my measure
Never were as lofty
as ego whispered
I foolishly wanted,
I thought, I was enough,
to love to keep,
but...
Did she ever, once,
briefly, momentarily,
no... I think not.
I may look but not touch
Love
from distance,
and consider my luck
to be friends
and not lovers
They
fill out that place,
in her wants
What have I not,
that they replace.
When love is all I know
and hold and so
the reason
I suffer and hurt anew
As friends
so close, but...
Not.