The idea of you

 I think I was caught up in the idea of you.

Spending time together just us two.

I came up with these scenarios in my head.

While we would hang out in your bed. 

I made you this person that I know you’re not.

We would be perfect together or so I thought.

Now looking back at the time spent.

I was just the friend who helped you out when you couldn’t pay rent. 

I was never the girl who had a chance. 

We are just friends who sing in the car and dance. 

Our friendship is messy because we know how I feel about you. 

I know it’s tough because you don’t know what to do. 

I believe you when I say you’re not interested in me.

But that idea in my head thinks one day we will be. 

I know it is idiotic for me to feel this way. 

But the idea I had of you, made me excited to see you everyday.