I will listen to your gripes,
allow you to vent until there is nothing left
to complain about.
I will bring you coffee when your hands are cold,
offer warm coats from my own cold shoulders
so that you do not freeze.
I will offer you advice when he doesn’t show interest,
explaining things about his plans that I have no clue about,
pretending to be a friend.
But I am a fraud,
I am no friend of yours,
at best an admirer from close up,
at worst obsessed with your very being.
I will go on with this deception,
because I can’t have you,
and because your eyes look past me,
when you’re searching for love.