My Dark, Twisted Side

Poem 4

He's your best friend, he walked right in
Past all of the borders you were forced to make
Because of all that were fake
You think you love him, but don't tell a soul
For everyone would roll
Their eyes, I mean
They wouldn't accept your love for him
Although he's the one that makes you feel non-grim
He makes you smiley, actually
Bubbly, happy again
But you're not sure
Will he leave?
Will he stay?
You hope your friendship doesn't fray
And you actually begin to pray
Although you don't believe in God,
You pray to hope, hope is not a fraud
What would he say?
What would he do?
Will he type those 3 words back?
I love you.
Three words, combined for caring
And also, quite possibly staring
Yet, they naught could remove the importance
Of the friendship you hold dear in remembrance
He fills the void
Made a home out of your darkness
As if he was meant to bring you happiness
All along
But whether he will stay or go,
Is something the world may never know.