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Why do you do these things to my heart?
You pull me in and hold me close,
And just when I've burned your image into my brain,
You let go.
Disappearing into the haze surrounding my thoughts-
and for a while I don't know what to do.
It's strange to not need someone and to need them all at once-
To want to push them away and hold them close at the same time.
It's true that things were never supposed to turn out this way,
Friends, right?
Always friends-
who never admit the things we thought or said or breathed in hushed whispers over the phone lines because we were too afraid to be heard.
Always friends-
Sometimes I want nothing more,
Than to be the one who has given you a reason to smile,