How do I tell you?
That I could listen for eternity
no tired eyes, no drained heart,
just me,
soaking in your voice like a river, endless.
How do I tell you?
That your brown eyes could hold my gaze
forever, like stars no one's touched.
That your curls, wild and tangled,
are threads I'd run my hands through,
if I were brave enough to reach.
How do I tell you?
That I'm terrified
not of you, but of the way
I could ruin this,
like every crush I ever
loved into ruin.
How do I tell you?
That I am helplessly, recklessly drawn to you
it shakes me.
How do I tell you
I adore that tiny dimple,
or that I'm smitten with every flaw, every rough edge you try to hide?
How do I tell you?
That the toughness you wear like armor,
and the way you crumble in moments,
soft and raw,
it hurts, it aches that I can't save you
from the people who let you fall.
But I'll stay your friend.
The one who listens.
The one who doesn't ask for more.
Because this pain
it's better than the silence
I'd be left with if you walked away.
Maybe I'll move on,
maybe I never will.
But I'll be here, listening, watching,
your friend
nothing more, and everything,
all at once.
