i told you that i loved you
said you didn’t feel the same.
my soul, it left my body,
no words left in this brain,
my heart told me it’s over,
and the sobs, they overcame.
the moon saw me once more
pleading desperately to the stars,
wishing, hoping, for one more day
where you were more than just a scar.
the next day came, the sun, she rose.
my tears have stopped, supposedly so.
i wish i was yours, but that i’ve shared.
i’d much rather be friends than you not be there.