More poetry

If you want

If you want to hold my hand tight remember the good things before,
when I was only your friend nothing more.
I told you once don't fall for me but either way you did...

What's wrong with you?
Was I too nice?

Not again, another girl that's fallen on her knees because she
loves me.
Great, I can't fucking have a friend the opposite sex without
her fantasizing about me.

Is it because I care about you?
The way I treat you, right?

I only treated you like a nice friend, the way it's supposed to be
like a person, not an animal.
If everyone else treats you like trash it's not their fault for being
pricks, they were born that way.
To them if you don't change you're not one of them, but you try so
hard that they hate you a lot more than necessary.

Why so surprised If I treat you right?
Is it because nobody else does?

I just wanted company, someone who wouldn't fall for me,
someone I can tell the truth about the things I want to be,
someone who has my back,someone that won't hold me down
when I can't breathe,someone who won't leave when my demons
are out when they get released.

But if you want to hold my hand hold it tight because I'm going to
take you trough hell, alright?