I always thought it a little strange that we were once such hateful enemies, but then the closest of friends. It was almost like love, you and I. Us, we were almost love. Then she came along, hurt the one I loved. Now we are once again enemies. Torn apart, from love to hate. Choosing isn't that hard, or is it. Well you chose her, over me, your supposed best friend. It's painful, going every day, wishing, waiting. Crying every night. Your arms so warm, your touch so gentle. Your not mine, you've never been mine. Although for so long that is what I have wanted. You, to be mine. Us to be able to kiss, and for you to hold me in your arms. For your kiss on my longing lips. Every song I hear playing, reminds me of you. I hide my face behind my straight brown hair.I hide my eyes from yours. It hurts to be near you, but not talk to you. It hurts to love you, when you have no feelings for me. It hurts to cause my self pain because of the love we never shared, because of my life, you never cared. I stand here, in my own gloom and dis-pare, and let the rain hit my pale white face, because I know that even in time, nothing will fall back into place.
