you ask
if we can still be friends.
i explain how a honeybee
does not dream of kissing
the mouth of a flower
and then settle for it's leaves.this is how i felt when you thought we could be friends,
after i spent my days and nights
dreaming of kissing your delicate lips
loving you from afar
holding you close to my heart until the day i could hold you in my arms.
"i still want us to be friends, though"
how can i be just your friend
after i've been the girl you loved?