You liked me,
                          and I liked you.

Our friendship blossomed.

You were my guy,
                                 I was your gal.

We were each other's personal therapists.

You guided my rights,
                                        you forgave my wrongs.

I never was any more comfortable than when I was with you.

Two years go by and our friendship is still strong.

However, you are taller
                                           and I am wider.

You are a beautiful creature,
                                                  and I am just in the background.

Your face clearer than before,
                                                    mine covered in red blisters.

When I am with you I don't feel like an outcast.
When I am with you my days are brighter than ever.

However, I AM NOT WORTHY.

Just as coal doesn't belong in a flowerbed, I don't belong with you.

You like me,
                       and I love you.