what are we

I have met a lot of boys
Some of them were  friends
Some of there were my love interest
But what were – are you?
I do not have feelings or plans with you
 All i wanted was your body on mine
Feeling your hands on my hips
Your lips on my lips, slowly kissing
But this is not how friends act
Friends do not lie
Friends are honest
Or at least i thought until i met you
You’re calling me your friend
But then when is there a fucking problem
You ran, you left me on seen or delivered
You didn’t talk to me at all
So what are we, what I’m to you?