If he told you he loved you,
How would he say it?

Would he be bold?
And look you in the eye?
Would he yell the words
You've been dying to hear?

Would he wait for you to say them first?
Cause he's as scared of rejection
as you're scared of commitment?

Or would he listen
To your funny stories
And let it slip in
Like it was a common truth
You both already knew?

Maybe he'd write you a note
Professing his love
With two tiny boxes at the bottom of the page.
One to say yes.
The other to say hell yes.
As you wonder giggling how many unfinished letters lay in his bin in the corner of his room.

Perhaps he'd never tell you.
But he'd show you.
With crooked smiles
And warm jackets
With your favorite desserts
And failed kitchen mishaps.
Maybe he'd randomly boop you on the nose
And tickle your chin
Cos he's still learning of ways to show you
He means those words
He never said.

The girl in the corner,
Has monsters in her pocket.
Her eyes are dark ,
Shrouded with feathers.
She breathes so quietly ,
You'd barely notice .
She's watching you...
Don't react!
Sometimes she smiles.
And you see the glint in her eye.
The flash of crazy
That you've been warned about.
She moves perfectly
As she glides on shattered floors.
Like the hearts she left in the dust.
She stops.
And looks you in the eye.
And your breath catches.

You weren't mine.
You never would be.
Not mine to hold,
Nor to keep.
I will never hold your hand
In the dark,
As we walk along the river.
I will never kiss your smile,
As you whisper my name.
I will never rest my head ,
On your shoulder,
As we slow dance
to your favorite songs.
Nor stay up at night,
Talking about your favorite books,
And movies.
I won't be the one arguing with you,
When we've had our first fight,
Or the second.
I won't be your best friend,
Your partner in crime.
Heck, I won't walk down that aisle.
Loving someone is dangerous
Especially when that someone
Could never love you back.

Dear friend ,
You're fading away,
Bit by bit.
I see you lose pieces of yourself,
I see you shift boundaries,
And bend rules,
All I seem to be doing is holding you back.
You lose your temper at me.
Tell me you don't need me anymore.
And that's okay.
All good things come to an end.
Change is beautiful
Even if it means I'll lose you.
So I'll let go.
Wish you the best.
And whisper goodbye.