9/23/2020- Dear Friend, Sorry.

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I tired to love her,
Even if it just had to be in the dark.
She may have said no,
But that girl is still a work of art.
She lost her religion,
And her parents too.
I'll still be there for her,
And I could never say
Her affection is overdue.

He tries to love me
And I can't say no.
I know what it feels like,
Alone in the cold.
He deserves better,
And I don't think I love him like that,
But karma might hit me back.

I'll give him hugs,
Dances,
And plenty of second chances.
If I can't love him like that,
I'll never ever leave him alone.
He can hold my hand,
But he has to understand,
I don't think I can be his.

I owe my life to him.
He let me see another day.
His strange affections
Just about take my breath away.
We can go adventuring
Any time you want
And I won't even try to act nonchalant.

He says he thinks about me every day.
That making me laugh makes him happy.
The problem is, I'm gay,
But I want to stay in his life.
I just could never be his wife.

Dear friend,
I really love you,
Just platonically.
I'd kill for you,
Die for you,
And I've lived for you.
Thanks to you,
My life didn't end.

Thank you for all you've done,
I just am not the one.

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