More Than A Friend

I like to be seen with you. You make me feel important. A sense of superficiality. I'm looked upon with disdain when I am in your absence. To put it frankly you complete me. I'll see you there. You'll be around. The place where I first met you. I'd like to be more than a friend, but you keep pushing me away. I try to prove, in spite of you, that I am finally right this time. Obdurate ways would get me there? How? I know you won't let me. You know you're a part of me, kept apart only by instinct. Feeling incomplete since you left my side. I try to complete my life. Your remnants always taunt me. Get my ass off the couch, believe me I've tried.