you are rain on a gasoline fire
you pour over me, calm
you write words that are meant for him
and as a result re-ignite my soul.

I tell myself I'm crazy
that you're my friend and nothing more
but lately i can't deny you
and your torrential rain as it pours

And maybe we were meant to be,
and we're both denying it.
And maybe, you were meant for me
but I'm too scared to prove it.

I don't want to be jealous or hateful
but right now i hate his guts
I joke with him and torment him
because making him uncomfortable is enough.

but i hope you realise some day soon
I hope that i might tell you
because you're beautiful, adorable
inside and out, and i just want to be with you