Blindi wanted to stay friends because i hoped that one day we could be more.
ive loved you for a long time even tho ive been hurt so much before.
i have no right to ask that of you, but i pray one day you see my sores.
deep down i want to see you hurting, and i want to be the source.
i want to break your heart, payback for mine thats yet to heal.
but the thought of hurting you wounds me too.
i just want to know that you care, even if ill never have what i want.
want to be told that im enough.
passed around like a back street whore, never looked at as more then a fuck buddy or a friend.
cant somebody learn to love me, or at least keep the faint flicker of hope alive inside before it dies out for good.
can you be a real friend and tell me all the right things at the right time, or will you only see past me to what you want.
always dancing around anything relevant, only bringing up what never matters.
you stand beside me on the edge of a cliff as im about to jump, and you say to me things that