a jikook story, rejection. possessiveness. love.

What am I to you? Why? why you always said friend when know damn well the word pours me with daggers? Friend... why also my leg wont moving away ? don't my soul get tired? or is it the real taste of love? is it should be this painful? isn't it should be sweet like honey dripped like they say? no. this is not about us. Its about you... and your friend. please, just leave me.. --- but... you are the only one who holds the chains to bind me