I keep making mistakes,

one after another.

I keep on fighting off my fears

each time I see you shudder.

I’m barely holding on

and I can feel you smother

my hopes and dreams

and all romantic in-betweens.

 

Is this the end?

Is he your friend?

Am I just going nuts?

You smile to comfort my disdain

and once again

I feel the cuts,

I feel the pain …

 

He’s more than friend.

This is the end.

 

(blpride)