A friend who you rely onThat does not rely on youIs a friend who could leave youWith thoughts, but very few.
A friend who doesn't care muchUnless you are in view,A friend you give your heart toJust to crush it into two.
She's one of your best friends,Though you are not hers, no,You are her last resort,Your friendship furs are faux.
She texts: you answer right awayYou text: she answers; a few daysShe calls: you answer, no delayYou call: no answer... that's okay.
You try so hard,Again, again,To win her over, 'spite the factYou know she'll never change.
You get your hopes up every timeYou try to make a planThen it falls through,You find yourself disappointed yet again.
You know you're no priority,You've never been to her,But you trick yourself to hoping thatAt some point, past, you were.