I offered to help you, to listen
I never expected to get buried along with you
You warned me about it, but I
Have cared about you too much, since we met
Back in middle school, since I
Ran down the hall and slammed into your back
Since then, all those years ago,
You became a priority, and I hate to admit that
I became idiotically attached
So I offered to help you, to listen, to support you
Because you and I have a lot
In common; so it became norm—every time you
Needed me, you’d pick me up and
Drive around aimlessly, crack jokes and make puns
And then you’d park the car and
Break down against my shoulder, tell me everything
We became even closer friends,
I offered to help you, to listen, but paid with my heart
