You wrote that poem for me, didn't you?
That one about missing me, wanting what we once were, our friendship sinking,
Did you finally realize I care more than you know?
I feel more than my face can show?
I cry on the inside more than I want, and you need me like you once said?
I taught you how to let your wounds bleed on the page,
That intuitive way where I show you my scars, and you show me yours
You wrote it all down, for me on a page
You wrote that poem for me, didn't you?
I thought so, the way my eyes hesitated but my soul whispered "yes"