He's my best friend,
but he seems
so much more.
I'm happy around him,
and giddy with hope
for a better friend than them.
He makes me feel special,
like I have a better person
inside of me,
better than the w****
everyone else sees.
I don't want it to be love,
best friends suit me
me just fine.
Instead of kisses,
we'll talk with our hearts,
and with our secrets.
I know he'll never tell,
he knows me too well.
He knows I've been hurt,
and that one more slip,
will kill me.
One more step toward love,
and that'll be the last step.
We're best friends, and that's all
I want to be,
I don't want the disastrous love
that nearly destroyed me.
He helped me,
he came in, and
friendship formed,
but I don't want it to bloom
into love.
This is a perfectly wonderful poem...i used to have a friend like this...the best thing to do is never let it go...i did when i had to move...worst thing i ever did...wonderful poem :)
