Writing isn't really my thing.

It never has been and I don't think it ever will be.

But god **** I could write a book about all the things I love about you.

To be good,
to be caring,
to be kind,
to be loving -

I try.

To be gentle,
to be sympathetic,
to be humble,
to be energetic-

I try.

To be smart,
to be helpful,
to be present,
to be hopeful-

I try.

To be fun,
to respect,
to be happy,
to be perfect-

I try.


I try.


*I fail.

We used to speak all day, every day
You were my best friend, my sole source of comfort
But now we talk and you get annoyed and I can't help but wonder
Where are we going? What happened to the us that I knew?

There's no time anymore, we're drifting apart
I cling to you like a limpet, you must hate it
I'm sorry all the time and you must be sick of it and I just think
Should I let you go? Should I let you have a life without me?

That's what you must want
Right?
You tell me different
Lies
I'm not stupid
Well
I can see what's happening
Hate
I don't want to be me
Sorry
If 'me' isn't the person you want to be friends with
Fear
I'm so selfish keeping you by me
Be
Free