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Calling my phone every night , staying up late telling me about her love life.
She sees me as family but i can picture her as my wife . i don’t want to be friends
Crying and expressing her feelings about how those relationships didn’t go right .
I don’t want to be friends.
Not wanting to hear this but I still found a way to give her the perfect advice .
She would never figure out I don’t want to be friends.
I remember the pain I felt when she found love and how happy she was taken .
let me explain how she looks here’s a little demonstration.
Curly black hair to her shoulders , controlling myself because I know I can’t hold her .
Not a normal emotion it was deep I wasn’t lusting and amazingly she’s unique mixed with black & Russian .
We became close she started to trust me . but trust me like a brother
Wishing I can stand in the rain with my arms opened wide , on my knees and scream why !?
she can never be mines !
Beautiful doesn’t come close to describe . Still fine , pretty even with that blood clot in her eye .
Never in my life did I see a flaw that can make me sigh .
Even if I tried I can’t write how I feel , The paper doesn’t have enough lines.
There wasn’t a day in the week that she didn’t cross my mind . it was wrong so I removed myself from her life .
holes all over my soul , how am I still alive? . My heart aches as if I’ve been stabbed with a knife .
Dealing with this heavy strife . I decided to tell her before I said goodbye.
She answered the door with blur in her eyes. I said why you crying?
She said ….
I don’t want to be friends .
