I do not know how to be your friend.
We started as lovers, two souls
lost and wandering
searching for someone to complete.
But I never wanted you to
complete me
I wanted you to compliment me
I wanted us to collaborate on a love
so real it left us
breathless.

You, the boy with sea glass eyes,
me, the girl with golden hair.
Together we could’ve been poetry.
But your heart has been glued together
too many times
and all I have is duct tape
and chewing gum
so you told me we needed to be friends
while you found a way to put yourself
together.

I do not know how to be your friend
but I will try to fall in love with you
platonically.
I’ll try my best to forget the feeling
of your chapped lips on my neck,
the warmth of your calloused hands
in my own.
I may not know how to be your friend
but I know how to appreciate you
for everything you have been
and everything you will be.
All I can hope is that this will be enough
while you learn to save yourself.