Sweet. Adorable. Cute. Nice.
Words used to describe me never have spice.
I'm not a little girl
Or a doll for your play.

You say you love me--
like a sister,
like a friend.
Never the girl he sees himself with
in the end.

You'll kiss me
but only on the cheek
You'll hold me
but it's all too brief

A pat on the back,
A hug goodbye
That's all I get
I can't help but wonder why.

I give off this girlish air
And, sure, I still like swings
But I've graduated from playgrounds
and crying over meaningless things

Will you ever look at me,
And see who I am?
Ready to be in love;
Plagued by Platonic's curse,
Alone I stand.