She doesn't yet realize,
or simply can not grasp.
That our perception of love,
is so different by contrast.
My love without measure,
which she's willing to lose.
Not someone she treasures,
content just being my muse.
She misses my friendship,
think I miss hers alot more.
Don't want only friendship,
I want what we had before.
Us laying together,watching
movies until she'd fall asleep.
Her calling to see if I've
yet had something to eat.
When we were together she'd
call me chulo,now its just Rick.
I also miss hearing how much
she liked my fat (insert word here)
I'd often run the tips of my
fingers down her naked back.
Play with her hair til she fell out,
because I knew she loved all that.
I still look at her horoscope,even
while not believing in that stuff.
At times it hurts hearing her voice,
being friends won't ever be enough.
My love is real,I'm quite sure It
couldn't possibly get any deeper.
Hers is about being buddys,and I
need money in order to keep her.
I love her for her,and id still love
her if she was bald,ugly or fat.
She can't be with me because I'm
broke,what kind of love is that?
I am simply the guy she calls
up to chill with late at night.
Its almost as if she wants to
try and keep me out of sight.
Like picture her with me,what
would her friends say right.
I write poems about her,she
writes 'em about other guys.
I swear I don't know why I ever
bothered,or why I continued to try.
Says she does or did love me,but I
think she just loves the idea of me.
Seems it plays into her psyche,
and compliments her vanity.
At one point it affected my sanity,
not to mention my self-esteem.
All because she refused my love,and
didn't want to be a part of my team.
See but I got my swag back,I'm
not the guy she's come to know.
Can't bring me down again,
like,I'm Ricklovin,helloooo.
See I've woken up,seen the
light,like im finally getting it.
She doesn't want or love me,but
that don't mean I'm not the shit.