One heart crying

We are friends

We are friends,
but not for long.
I wish I could always remember,
when we used to sing that song.
We were walking and laughing.
We were simply having fun.
Meters away from everyone.
Other friends telling us to run.
Hearing your voice.
Seeing you smile.
Just one look on your face
makes me want to rhyme.
I didn't always like you,
I loved another one.
Not sure if I still do,
he just shines more than the Sun.
His cute little giggles
and how funny he can be.
But behind this a guy with emotions,
that not everyone can see.
I'm starting to worry.
I don't know what is true.
Do I still love him?
And do I really romantically like you?
I love how you give me attention,
how you listen to everything I say.
I love how you smile and deny,
that you were or still are gay.
I love your deep voice
and how it changes when you scream.
I love your warm hugs,
in those I feel like in a dream.
I love how I know only one of your hoodies
and how you wear it all the time.
I love how you gave it to me as a pillow,
but wearing it would feel like a true crime.
I love how you read a lot.
Reading every warning or rule.
I love how you like my compliments.
I just think you can be really cool.
I love how you laugh more at night.
Always so funny when you're sleepy.
I love how you take things seriously,
but it can be sometimes creepy.
I love how mysterious you are.
Never let them know your next move.
I love how you hate to be underestimated,
but you don't care enough to prove.
I love how you care for other people,
even annoying little kids.
I love how your eyes are shining
and how you have larger lower lids.
I love how you can stay still.
Sketchbooks are full of your face.
I love how slow you are.
It takes you three minutes to tie one shoelace.
I love how cold your hands are.
They are always so adorably red.
I love how you try to warm mine,
even tho you are freezing from toe to head.
I love so many things about you.
I just cannot believe.
How can you be so positive,
after I told you I have to leave.