We're just friends,
You say.
But what if we weren't?
Would it be that bad?
To have me,
The way you have him.
Was I ever real to you?
Was I ever anything to you?
Did you even consider me?
The way you just blurted it out,
at the party,
sent me into panic mode.
Panic Attack?
Or a heart attack?
My heart breaks the same way,
every time you look at me.
