If it came down to it
If you had a choice to start over
Would you be strangers with the person you love but can't have
Or friends?
I know. Strangers.
A stranger can't hurt you the way friends do.
You don't know him.
You can always get creative with a stranger
You can always make him imperfect,
Because he's just in your head.
But a friend?
You know him.
You know his little stories
He knows yours.
You love him for who he is,
not what you think he is
He accepts you too.
And wouldn't you think
This blessing would be more than enough?
But it isn't.
Your face lights up when he talks to you
Your worries and pain melt into honey tea
You feel like living this moment in time forever and more
But the after?
The after is devastating
Here, truth hits you like a freight train,
so bad that you never want to talk to him ever again
so hard that you wish you were strangers.
But never knowing him would suck,
you know it.
You don't want to be strangers.
You want to be struck by his presence
every second of your life.
I guess you just need a little time
When you'll be strangers
And a little more time
to be friends again.
(But aren't you friends already?)
My darling, the truth is simple
You're his friend
And he's your firework.
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