DON'T THIS FRIENDS
I can’t escape you,
I’ve tried my best—
to run away, far away…
still no rest.
But no—
you always find a way
to slip into my life,
like you belong there.
Do friends look at you
the way I do?
Do friends hold your hands
the way I do?
Tell me—
is that normal to you?
Don’t you get it?
Don’t you see it?
This isn’t “just”—
it’s louder than that,
deeper than that.
So don’t call this friendship
like it’s something small—
when everything in me
is already yours… all.
@Lord_richie, still waiting.