Play write; To my crush

Got something to explain, not sure how you will take this, but honesty is my best bet.  I don't want to keep you in the lurch, like you I'm afraid of being hurt.  Very, very, very, scared and afraid.  So to protect us both, there is something you need to know about me.  I am NOT YOUR FRIEND.   
 
I am capable of being "a" friend, but please don't be mistaken and think you will be able to just come around to simply hang with me.  I admit, I've said a lot of unlady like things, and I've blamed you for them.  If you come near me, thinking I'm a friend, you should be wise and keep a good distance.   
 
Not a warning, again just stating some facts.  I am not sure of the footage, but it should be one where I can see you, but not smell you.  One where I can hear you but not touch you, one where I know you are there, but can't do anything to you.   
 
Imagine, I am in jail, no, lets call it "prison" and you've come to pay me a visit.  All I do is sit in my cell, and then a fine ass man appears as my visitor.  In shackles I rise from my cot, the guard looks at me but him I can not see.   
 
I only "hear", what I want to "hear", and that is that you are present to pay me a visit.  I leave my cell behind, you see I'm being escorted out, it represent my past and I'm glad to leave it.   
 
We shuffle down the hall, the guard and I and there's a somber silence, it sounds like a deafening applause.  See the show has ended, and the curtain is about to fall.  The play regarding my pain and your gloom written by that infamous play write so long ago is over.   
 
In fact the audience is on their feet shouting "Bravo, Bravo, Bravo, Bravo".  They want more from us then we want to give, entertained they're looking for an encore.  So, I sit now behind the plate of glass that separates us.   
 
I look into your face and I see so much.  I see what you represent,  I see that you've allowed somethings, that you also regret.  No, I wasn't necessarily there for the detailed account, but I am here to tell you now, that they made you what you are now.  
 
I know this, because I've also been on trial, and had to learn the same lessons.  So what do you do? You're sharply dressed, and I'm impressed, do you actually reach for the phone to begin our communication.  So much is lying in the balance, you know.   
 
You have to take a risk, don't you, to move into the future. You see, you are wearing a tuxedo fashioned in black and white, but not pinstriped, more broadly striped.  Your tux, isn't old, but it in fact, is antique.  
 
Like those warn in LIFE by Martin and Eddie Murphy.  That's right, you are a prisoner too.  Just of a different kind, perhaps you appear free, not required to do the same "time" as me.   
 
The curtain is so near the floor, it appears like a narrowly opened door.  I am safe behind the glass, it haunts me.  You see the sentence I've been given I can't change, I'm married.  Your hand rises from your lap and silently I am praying.  
 
PICK UP THE PHONE, E.T.!!! PHONE HOME, YOU FOOL!   
 
I want you to pick up the damn phone so that we can begin something audible and verbal.  But you're frozen, in fact, you're locked in an awkward position, your eyes are reading what I am saying, but to the crowd you are listening. "Encore, Encore", they are shouting, and you like it, because you are a double.  The infamous play write who took his own stage, in fact is famous. Your not only starring in the leading roll, but you are also the producer.   
 
Your leading lady, she is very sweet, very pretty, but, what is she really?  She's an amateur, a nobody, her career is just beginning.  In fact she should be more grateful, you are the one who gave her a chance, you are her first big break.  She knows that she's employed and she can't change that.   
 
Although we're friends, you see through out your play there's been many, many, love scenes. Too many to mention and with each one I've fallen victim.  A raw talent, I've been able to see you behind the scenes.  Like the time in practice you went off on me.  It was my fault, my lines just escaped me.   
 
Yeah, you lost your cool.  Thats' the cost of being a producer, like boss, you got your hand in too many different pots.  There wasn't an audience though, for every rehearsal.  I should be glad, because then more people would know.  Know, what melted within me as we practiced those kissing scenes.   
 
They'd be able to spot, that after my first taste, acting I was not. Your lips are perfect, perfect means complete.  I love the part in your upper lip and the way it allures Me.   
 
I think about your close ups, and I smile.  I want to run my tongue deliberately across your teeth.  Your skin, how can it actually be so beautiful?  Golden brown, and framed by your tailored goatee.  
 
I swear, I swear, I swear to God you were meant to trap me.  Tell me anything you want, I will believe, but let's leave the stage now and seize "this" opportunity.   
 
Our future holds many things, not necessarily encores, but banquets, dances, and golden statues in the form of acclaim.  That is what happens, when you live your life your way.   
 
I get to be ya girl, not as in friend girl, but as in "ride or die" for you all night long, girl.  I get to hold your hand, and feel your warmth.  You know what, I get to see you vulnerable and angry.  I get to laugh at you, when you do, cause I think it's cute.   
 
So what, I am a trip, and yeah I did that on purpose. I get to just be there in the morning. I get to fall asleep in your arms, wow your arms. For the first time, in my life, being in my man's arms will be a comfort for me, for now I am safe and I can rest.   
 
You get some things too. You get trust that your lady will never hurt you, never turn her back on you.  You get to have your "needs fullfilled", because I am faithful.  You get to be who you need to be, in your dreams.   
 
As your helper who has your back, now you can in fact, help others. So, I took the long route, but it's the "TRUTH".  I am your girl, not a friend and I infact, love the same way you do!