You stood in front of me in a track suit,
Your hair short and curly,
I seen you as a friend, no more, no less.
All  I ever wanted was to be just friends.

The years passed and for reasons I could not control,
Distance and time, we grew apart.
Then out of the blue you come back,
In to my life and I still seen you as just a friend.

You write me and tell me you don't wanna be, just friends.
That all the time pasted, you wanted me in ways I never wanted you.
The news, a shock to my system worries me.
Leaves me wondering..could we ever be more than friends.

But as I am obliged to be, I am taken by someone else.
Someone I love and would never wish to be just my friend.
And with the news you dropped on me,
I am left thinking about you, in the most random parts of my day.
Still questioning..can we ever be more than just friends.

my stomach is in knots
and i feel so sick thinking about you
holding anyone that isn’t me
and i don’t understand why you thought it’d be a good idea
to tell me that you’re falling asleep at night
with another girl in your bed,
even if you’re not kissing her goodnight,
i tried to drown out my sobs all day with
modern vampires of the city on vinyl,
but it still feels like someone
sunk fangs in my lungs

it’s only been a week, the cuts from your nails
from holding my heart so tight
are still fresh
and i never asked you to stop,
i never told you i wanted to try
to be more than friends again,
i never tried to paint your hands red,
but all you could seem to do is defend
yourself and repeat that you’ve done nothing wrong
“you said we’re just friends
you said we’re just friends
you said we’re just friends”

and we are just friends
i just wanted you to understand and acknowledge
that it still hurts

and you can say you’re sorry, you said sorry,
but i’m sure she’s tucked in beneath your sheets right now
and you’re still repeating in your head
i’ve done nothing wrong
i’ve done nothing wrong
i’ve done nothing wrong
we’re just friends
we’re just friends
we’re just friends

and i’m glad you’re comfortable,
i’m glad you know you’ve done nothing wrong,
i’m glad you have someone to hold at night,
i’m glad thoughts of me don’t rip your heart out,
i’m glad you’re okay with being just friends

i’m glad you’re fine,

but, i’m sorry,
i’m not.

I wrote endlessly but in place of these adverbs and subjective pronouns I leave an empty line for you to

place that significance that I can't hold onto.

I wrote this song for you to hear but the chorus never repeats.

I wrote this post for you to see that my words askew your self perceptions.

I wrote a poem for you that had no title, no rhyme, no meter, but in place I leave behind everything that you were to me.

I did some stuff.

Yeah I regret it.
regrets are worse than apologies.
My head is a dark place,
a crowbar could not open me up,
the secrets stuck inside me.

I've destroyed all the things I love.

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.