Why are friends so complicated.
If you want to stay, good
But if you're going to stay
and leave the next day
then better just get out of my way.
Don't throw words around
calling me your best friend
telling me you love me
Both you and I know those are lies
so why try
and still, deny
that this feeling is just a lie
don't try to ask why
I'm distant and sometimes cry
I tell you it's personal, you nod your head and leave
but don't you know I want you to stay?
And ask if I'm ok
'cuz sometimes my day
is in need of you to prove to me that this poem is wrong.