this is becoming toxic, at least to me.
maybe we should have let this be.
then you wouldn't have lied,
and i wouldn't have to cry.
i like you,
you're my best friend.
and mentally i thought it wouldn't end.
you were there for me, I for you.
we're an odd bunch, us two.
I've an emotional attachment to you,
and it seems like you didn't care what I'd do.
you came to me rant,
rave about your troubles.
i listened to you,
and seemed to make them double.
or diminish, you wouldn't say.
you told me you wanted to meet one day,
and for that day i pray.
and maybe then i wouldn't have to
worry.
i wouldn't feel like every
conversation was in a hurry.
i wouldn't feel like im being ignored,
or only talked to when you're
b o r e d.
i don't want to be a second
choice,
but i was never your first.
and that absolutely makes my
heart
b u r s t.
