Friends

Should I smile because we’’re friends?
Or should I cry because I’’ll never be his?
I’ve looked at him as a friend for awhile,
Any day of the week that boy can make me smile.
I wonder how he thinks about me, or if he does at all,
I would never ask him… It’’s like a friend law.
More than anything I’’m scared of what he would say,
Saying something might be weird, every day after may not be the same.
What if he completely forgot my name?
I remember when we used to talk to each other then,
If only he knew how much of me belonged to him.
Every day I ask myself why I fell for my best friend,
We’’re so close we’’re almost more than kin.
I’’d choose him over other men.
I think I love him because he’’s always there,
Whatever it is, I know that he will always care.
I trust him more than anyone else,
I couldn’t ever tell him that his voice makes my heart melt.
He reads in between the lines,
He knows when I’’m lying when I say I’’m fine.
Should I smile because we’’re friends?
Or should I cry because he doesn’t know how much of me belongs to him?
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Brittaney Whisenhunt.

 

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