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He's got a soul
We're just friends.
I tell people that all the time but I can't seem to make it
through a conversation without thinking about
kissing you. I can't focus when you look at me like
that. I can't breathe when we touch. We're just
friends. Every time you say that a little piece of me dies
because my skin is on fire burning to touch yours.
It's chemical.
It's beautiful.
You say it's platonic. But how can I platonially
know that you loved being kissed on the back of your
shoulder, laying down on your driveway every time it
storms because you love the smell of rain.
Driving two hours just to dance in front of the
headlights in some random place in the middle of
nowhere because we make it feel like ours. I cannot
bear the thought of watching you fall in love
without me. But I'd support you even
though the idea of you kissing someone else
makes my skin crawl because all I've ever
wanted is for you to find all the happiness in this world.
Even though every time you get hurt I'm the one that
picks up the piees and puts you back together.
Even though every time they leave I'm the one
who's still here. Even though you deserve a
love that would stay.
I would stay.
*I did not write this but it fits.
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