You were once mine

I know that I love you, I'm just not sure in what way.
Though I know that these feelings won't go away.
There are days that I like you, and days that I don't.
Days I'd like to be more than friends, but know that we won't.
Days I'd like to pick up the phone and tell you it all,
But then I'm so mad I can't make the call.
When I look back at the years we shared,
I wonder whether or not you cared.
There are so many things I wish I could say,
But scared it will all come out the wrong way.
When I think about how we used to be-
Laughing, affectionate, careless and free:
I think to myself "Things really have changed.
In this past week we have been acting so strange."
I wish that I could turn back time,
So that you could, for a while, still be "mine."
You were MY friend, not hers.
You were MY cruse, not hers.
I don't want to share you, though that's not realistic.
I want a way out, just a quick fix.
I know that it's my fault, I'm not passing the blame.
I just wish things would go back, like they were, just the same.
Don't get mad, just try to comprehend.
The way that I'm feeling-please understand.
I don't want you with her, that's plain to see.
But I want you to be happy, I'm not worried about me.
I don't want you to get hurt, but you have to learn on your own.
Just remember that I can hurt too, my heart isn't made of stone.