maybe it's PMS

I've never been one to fall prey to PMS.
Especially not to the point where I would cry.
My happy boy has coax my tears out
on a otherwise alright morning.

Why can't you just call me?

I can almost hate you that I know so little, yet so much.
I want to care but know not how to.
I know something's wrong, but not exactly what.
I think you might want someone around, but not necessarily me.

Am I even a friend? Or just an acquaintance?