I sit here
mindlessly wielding my pen
travelling to the darkest corners
of my weary mind.
Hopelessly trying to squeeze words
to rid of the pain
silently ending my life.
I love you.
That, you know.
But you feel for another.
Such a sad fate,
unrequited love.
Yet you accept me
support me
care for me.
Indeed,
you do these
Such a good friend.
I contemplate
and face the fact
that's all we're gonna be
Just
Friends.
It's strange.
You have nothing for me,
and yet
just a smile
a look
defines the word
'everything'
to me.
I cherish
the laughter we shared
the agreements we made
the times we spent
the moment we met.
My day
is perfectly complete
with the sight of you
safe
happy
there.
But at the end,
it's not me you're with.
All the smiles
the laughter
the joy
the gladness
finished.
By sun
I gain much
being near you.
But by moon
seemingly longer,
I am left with nothing
but an empty void
in my soul
a hollow space
unfulfilled
in my already shattered heart.
No matter,
after all
what is there that I can do?
But to be one
you could trust
you could lean on
and smile with.
Yes
I will feed
the undying fire
burning within me
by being the best I could be
for you.
Your
Friend.
