Best friends

The sky lost blue
 in favor of magenta that day.
She was dreaming
 again of romance and love.
Of hands about her waist
 in the kitchen.
Her bed hot with his passion for her
She wanted fire and excitement 
She never noticed ordinary old me.
I was her only confident?
Yes  her best friend.
Watch my lips honey 
they whisper love.
So much what you need.
So much what I want.
Last night she went to the bar
Once again seeking
Blue eyes and a smile
 of heats promise?
She ignored my lips 
that were ready
to explode my love for her.
My needs for herv
all in her body?
For the casual smile 
of a handsome stranger.
Who would take
 her needs and wants
And use them
 to pleasure himself.
Why can’t she see
 its me she needs
It’s me who can
 put fire in her bed.
And hands about her waist 
As she cooks pasta for dinner.
Or needs a hug
 its me only me?
I know I have the thing 
she needs most.
A heart that is full of love
Just for her.