You observed my perpetual sadness
And your curiosity got the better of you,
But you didn’t intend to give more than words.
You texted me on Facebook Messenger
And you asked me some personal questions.
At first I was a bit hesitant to respond,
But I gave in because you persisted.
Although you weren’t aware of my needs,
You said you wanted to help me.
I asked you to have a baby for me,
You didn’t take my feelings seriously,
You thought I meant a surrogate mother.
I don’t know why I trusted you.
I’m not looking for a sororal love.
I don’t need your sympathy,
I need your fertility.
I know you can help me,
But you don’t want to do it.
I thought you were an understanding person,
But I made a big mistake.
You don’t love me.
You refused to let me impregnate you,
But you still want to be my friend.
I’m sorry, sweetheart,
That’s not going to work,
I can’t be just your friend.
Your sanctimonious approach worsens things.
I want a dulcinea, not a counsellor.
And since you won’t let me make love to you,
I don’t want you around me anymore.
I can’t be just your friend because I love you.
Every time I look at you, I fall apart.
In secrecy, I admire your beauty,
But since you know that I’m thinking about you,
Your presence makes me very uncomfortable.
How can I speak to you from my heart?
I can’t touch you in a mere friendly manner,
I’ll never accept you as just a friend,
And so I’ll keep my distance from you.