Just a Friend

Why am I always ‘just a friend’? This is the question that bothers me most. I know I am liked, as I’m there when I am needed, But when all is ok, it’s as if I’m a ghost. Here I am; your mate, your pal, your chum, I will listen to your worries and give out sound advice. A shoulder to cry on, when you’re feeling down, Being the good ol’ BFF comes at a hefty price. I’ll pick up the pieces as you spilt from your latest beau, And I’ll cheer you up with a night out on the town. I’ll take your mind off things and be there as your pal, Yet I’m forever seen as just a loveable clown. However, I crave stability, just like any other soul, Dependable, funny and confident, yet fragile best describes me. Even though I’m always ‘just a friend’, I long and deserved to be loved too, A loser in love, a lonely shadow of who I want to be.