The worst part about being your friend
Is that there are the good times
And bad times.
Everyone seems to forget the latter.
Not every friendship is about how much time you spend together
Or how much you tell each other
It’s about how much you trust each other
When you’re miles apart.

I know we’ve never been good at this
Telling each other how we really feel
Because in our hearts we know
That we both know the answer to that question
I can tell when something is wrong before you even set foot in the room
And I know you’re probably too scared to admit that
But know that I would do anything for you
And I know you would do anything for me
But what can we do
When we’re miles apart
And the letters on these pages won’t change that

I felt the burn on my tongue
As I kissed your fingertips
to ease the pain.
I guess that’s what we are
You’re my fire
And I’m your propane

You knew me when
I came to you,
Drunk in the middle of the morning
Begging for forgiveness
Because from all my mistakes
You’re the only one who could make me forget them

You knew me when
We would sit on my front porch
And I would read a book.
You hated the silence
Because you were so uncomfortable around me

You knew me
The first time you cried around me
And I didn’t know what to do
Sympathy wasn’t my forte
And you realized I didn’t fit into the stereotype.

You knew me when
When I left.
Because the only reason I couldn’t stay
Was because I wasn’t strong enough
But you knew that I was stronger than you
And you could lift over 100 pounds.
It wasn’t cowardice I was running from
I was running towards a new beginning
Because you knew I hated staying in one place for too long

You knew me when
I didn’t even know myself
And I couldn’t stand to look at myself
Because I couldn’t stand to look at you.
I got mad
And you let me
Because you knew it was only the distance
That was killing me

You knew me when
I first said
“I love you.”
And you knew
I meant it.

What are real friends anyway
When everyone’s gone
At the first sight
Of the tide rolling out

I.
I remember the first day I met you
At that stupid gas station.
I remember it was raining and
You said you hated pumping other people’s gas.

II.
You kissed me
And I fell
Hard.

III.
I put the note under your door
Hoping you wouldn’t be home.
I didn’t feel like knocking;
I didn’t want you to answer.

IV.
You told me you cried
When I left.
I cried
When I realized
I didn’t deserve you.