Every time I spend time with you,
I tell myself to take that time
As opportunity
To realize that friendship
Is the only thing for us.
That romance is not needed for us.
That butterflies and lovers' nights
Are only wrong for us.
Yet every time we are together,
Against my best efforts,
All I can think
Is how badly I want to hold you.
I think of how badly I want to embrace you,
And make your pain my own.
What I would give
To take it all away.
Not to change who you are,
But to hold you through the tears,
And laugh with you during the joys.
I want to care for you,
Grow old with you,
And die with you beside me.
I am no good at this game.
This "friendship only" game.
But you and I both know,
I was never quite good at those things.