to you,
i always thought you were
the quiet type.
i have a problem, with things
like that.
i feel the strongest compulsion to talk
to the quiet ones.
they're the ones with the best stories.
that certainly was true,
with you.
i always was attracted to you,
in many different ways.
like i told you,
i saw a story in your eyes,
the very first day.
there were so many thoughts,
in my head at that time.
maybe this will be easier if i try to rhyme.
i wanted to get to know you,
and i never had a doubt,
that everything i thought,
we would talk about.
i knew i could be honest with you,
and always speak my mind,
and whenever i needed someone,
i could count on you every time.
and even when you seemed sad,
you always seemed to smile,
and eventually we started talking,
although it took awhile.
all those times in math class,
you laughed along with us,
and slowly but surely,
we gained each others trust.
back then i was scared,
of being what i was,
and i denied my feelings,
and hid them just because.
i didn't realize then,
exactly how i felt,
until the night you grabbed my hand,
and my heart began to melt.
there are a lot of things i cant explain,
about the things i said and did,
and when i realized how much i cared,
i simply ran and hid.
i was just so scared of it,
and how you made me feel,
so i called ******* on my hand of cards,
and tossed away the deal.
you deserved and explanation,
for things that couldn't be explained,
and when i dropped right out of your life,
hell is what you gained.
i watched for months,
as she treated you,
like you meant nothing to her,
and it really hurt my heart inside,
because i knew how sweet you were.
you treated her like she hung the stars,
in the sky above,
but she had blackness in her heart,
that couldn't be cleared by love.
so i sat on the sidelines,
and watched her break your heart,
while the idiot i fell for,
was also tearing me apart.
i can only imagine,
how it would be,
if things hadn't happened like they did,
how different things might be right now,
if i had never hid.
i really do care about you,
if thats something you don't realize,
and i'm still interested in hearing the rest,
of the stories in your eyes.
i want you to be in my life,
more then i can show,
but if you want me around at all,
thats something i don't know.
i want to know your stories,
the ones you have yet to tell,
i need you to know,
i miss the times,
when i knew your life so well.
don't be afraid to talk to me,
because i really, truly care,
and like i told you a thousand times,
i'll always be there.
don't ever think you're
a bother to me,
or that i don't want you around,
because a friendship like the one we have,
can never again be found.
so, chief, always remember,
that i remember our story too,
and i want to be a part of your life,
because i care about you.
always,
the captain.

it's only a scratch,
a scrape,
barely will bleed.
not something
you want,
but something
you need.
it's only a scratch,
a scrape,
barely will scar.
not something
you chose,
but something
you are.
it's only a scratch,
a scrape,
a cut,
refuse to break
skin,
just break
out of this rut.

knowledge is power,
or at least that's what they tell me.
in my case,
knowledge is more like a weakness.
i know how you how you feel,
about her,
that is.
and that breaks me down.
you love her.
they say your first love
can't compare
to any other love.
i wish i could.
i wish i would have been your,
first love.
i wish i could have been your,
first love.
but i wasn't.
i wish i could compare
to the feeling in the air
when you hear her name
and remember
all the times
that you shared.
but i can't,
and i never will,
and it kills me,
that you care for her still.
she's giving you all you ever wanted.
a new beginning,
a second chance.
why don't you take it?
we could break this off,
right now.
because i can tell
by how you act
that there are feelings for her
that you can't take back.
and i'm sorry for that.
i love you
i need you
but i won't keep you
from
the love
of
your
life.