I wanted attention-
scratch that, love,
from the moment of our hazy conception.

I wanted my fingers to trace
the curve of your face.
Cheekbones. A jaw.
All made the bad thoughts nevermore.

It hurts because i know it's a dream.

these fingers'll never lay upon you,
your lips never crushed to mine.
but because i love you i'll be fine

better to deal with nothing
cause hate-filled wary eyes
will **** me a thousand times.

leave my heart to rupture and burst
because to me our friendship must come first