He'd take me in his arms,
But me, he never held.
I was a victim of his charm,
Like a prisoner, self turned.
On my cheek he would kiss
And rest his chin on my shoulder
But then always miss my lips
Which would make me wonder.
"What am I to you?" I would ask,
"My best friend forever!" He'd answer.
As I hid my disheartened face with a mask,
As he'd simply smile and pull me closer.
So one day, I screwed up all my courage I had,
I whispered "we're made for each other."
As I tiptoed in for a kiss he didn't pull away,
But indifferently said, "Im sorry, I'm with another."
His words anchored me to a wreck, I sunk within,
Deeply immersed, I was desperate to float back above.
I was pulled back by my self made chains bound to him,
But I was too proud to drown in his unrequited love.
A first kiss I may have wasted on hopes so false,
But I won when him as a friend, I lost.
I pity his lover still holding on, mistress of the Unfaithful,
For he will always see me in her eyes that I haunt.
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