Dangling hands, smash, and crash with furious intention, a bond growing, denial showing, what a great team we play together....could I confess it? Never. A nurtured hatred peaking, instinct leaning for a kiss, without a thought...oh ****! So wrong, but so right, everything about us screams NO....and go, all at once. But wait, says my mind, let's get this straight this time.

We both love another, you and me, you *******....you and I, we could have had a cry, and might have been alright. But instead we sit, un lit, two bulbs without a socket, drenched in self loathing, and moaning how nothings changed at all.

Not nothing, something, and if not everything, at least one thing. We're not alone, you and I, and theres no need to bone because hey, we're mates, and even though we don't date, I've got you, and you've got me. Who would want a friendship that seems that free? I don't know. Maybe, me.