Am I Boring? Poem by emina dove

You may ask...
Why my face is so blue.
But can't you see what's true?

The mask comes off.
The truth is out there.
I hear it in your voice.
I see it in your face.
I smell it in your scent.
I feel it in your body.
I taste it in your tears.

You're tired of me.
Find me boring.
Because I'm not that girl.
And I can't be a replacement.

Am I going over the line?
Seeing you everyday.
Pushing my senses to the bar.

What are we?
We aren't lovers.
We are more than friends.
We aren't best friends.
How do you categorize the bond that we share?
What's the word?

Why? Why do I write?
Why does this feeling come up?
This.. tear in my heart..