Platonic Love My Dear

I didn't want your house;
you really think I did?
I didn't want your family;
I didn't want your kid.
I didn't want your mouth,
and I didn't want your lips;
all I really wanted was just to be your friend.

When all you told were lies,
it was hard to take the hints;
I would have stopped it sooner,
had I known you weren't my friend.
I wasted too much time,
trying to make amends;
you were blind to the type of love I tried my best to give.

I should have made it more clear,
for there are many types of love:
familial, romantic, erotic, platonic.

We aren't of the same blood;
I never whispered in your ear;
I never asked for affection;
I never planned to shed a tear.
Now I barely give a ****,
but before I wanted you to hear;
the only thing I had for you was platonic love my dear.

If you are writing this to get it off some feelings out, that's one thing. But to "publish" this, it needs more editing. Your angry tone works for me, b/c your anger is justified.

I personally think you are trying to tackle too many themes in the poem. The relationship and the undesired the conception are both very big. I'd try to focus on one idea and build from that.