**I wrote this a while back about a guy who was my best friend and he we had an amazing relationship. But it was secret at the same time, because he couldn't let him be with me fully, because of his ex. He still loved her.**
Here we are.
Laying in the grass
under the stars.
Your hand is warm
in mine.
I trace your arm
with my free hand.
I feel the scars
beneath my fingertips.
Her name
is etched into your skin
over and over again.
My heart tugs.
You love her,
no matter what you say.
I can tell.
She has the one thing
I'll never have.
Your heart.
But she left you broken.
She let you fall
and left you there
to die.
I want to fix you.
To hold you.
To love you.
But whenever you get close enough
for the two of us
to be happy together
you pull away,
and leave me standing
in the rain alone.
It hurts
and I try not to think about it.
I know you'll be back.
You always are.
But I know
I can never fully have you,
fore you hold on to her
hen she won't even turn
to face you.
I wish you would turn around
and look at me fully.
I could treat you right.
Always.
