Hey, it’s me. I don’t want to hurt our friendship or anything. But I’ve been wanting to tell you this for awhile now, So you are my sun. You bring me light in everything I do. You make my dark days brighter, my lonely nights better, and my happy days happier. I couldn’t imagine a world where we weren’t friends, where you weren’t there for me and I for you. You make me laugh when all I want to do is cry. And you dry my tears when I do. I’m the one you call when you’ve had one too many, still though I’m not sure if that’s a good thing. You’re the one I want to call when I have any type of good news and bad. I lean on you like a ladder on a house, I’m scared of falling but you keep me sound. Anyway, are we still on for breakfast after work?
if I had more courage maybe I’d tell him this. This is kinda lame, it’s not really a poem more of a train of thought