I want to be your friend, again.
I want to be able to cry on your shoulder
and to take away your pain,
for you to wipe away my tears.
I want to hear you laugh again
and do random things that made me smile.
I want to watch movies
and eat food and snuggle with you.
I want to fall asleep with my fingers
placed perfectly between yours
and to lay my head on your chest,
to hear your heartbeat.
I want to text you smiley faces
and inside jokes.
I want to be able to run to you
when I need you,
or just because I want to.
I want to say I’m sorry,
even though I don't have anything
to apologize for;
When it’s you that should be
sorry for all the things you did,
and you said it once,
but I didn’t believe you.
Not then, not now.
I want to ask you how you've been
and see where life has taken you,
despite the changes you refuse to make.
I want to send you all the quotes
and the memories,
so you can remember
all the good times we had,
and everything you did
to burn the bridge between us.
I want you to make the first move,
to say you want me back,
that you've missed me
and our foolish memories.
I want to forget that you exist,
and the stupid shit you put me through;
all the times I wanted to be blind.
I wanted to believe the better half,
the half I got a glimpse of,
the part of you I wanted to love,
the side of you that you let die.
I want to want you.
I want to hate you,
but I simply can't.