you like telling me,
"you're jealous,"
of that boy's girlfriend
(as if i give a **** and a half about him anymore)
and how can i say it?
that i'm not, that i don't,
because of you?
i guess i could
(it would be easier than i think)
and i guess i should
(we're not going to live forever)
and i guess i will.
but for now i'm in agony over the fact that
the price of being my best friend for so long
is that you don't think i can love you.
the way i look at you should be enough
(but it isn't)
the way i hook my finger through yours should be enough
(but it isn't)
the way you make me feel should be enough
(if only you could see it on my face).

what will be enough
is the words
and what i don't have enough of
is the courage.





(the point is
that i'll do it anyway
for you.)