Blank pages,
story of my life
I once found love it's true
but how many unrquited?

Falling for all my friend in turn,
often at their saddest times.
Attracted by how real they are
and not how hurt they are inside.
I am the vault
and the best friend
and the confidant.
That guy you once knew
and always turned to,
until you were on your feet again
and needed him no more.
Always just a friend
rarely am I the lover.
there when they need me the most
just like an older brother.
My feelings blossom most
when  theirs are unavailable
they profess how they hate men
forgetting that I am one.
Do I fall for these girls
because they can't throw me away?
they'l never really break my heart
but I sadden all the same.
torturing myself.
I am sadistic in my way
masochistic to the max
pulling my heart to fray.