the roomate

today i have figured out i am the roomate
he can be so romantic but not to me
be so caring but not for me
give so much but not for me

how my heart breaks as this realization corses through my body
how can a love so deep in him burn
but not for me

I sit not even three feet away from him as he reads me poetry
--ment for someone else.

pain pulsating like quick silver through my veins.

time to cry again so what else is new.
I am the roomate....when did i come to this...

once the lover now the friend
should i really stick around to see where it ends
I think deep down i know where it will all end.

he still dreams of finding his perfect someone
i only dream he will realise i stand before him
he dreams of his future lover
i wait for him to see i lay next to him every night

he speaks of her as if shes so close within his grasp
and i stand next to him feeling so far away from him

i reach to touch his cheek but its too much to ask
he pushes my hand away i realise at last

to him this is for  know
their no such thing as forever

I use to think hed keep me that id be the one
but i guess i was stupid for hoping for so much
he says that he  loves me but his eyes tell me the truth
that im not the one hes keeping not the one he'll chose.