To be so close yet so far, far away.
To feel your touch on my skin, but no love for me inside of your heart.
To call me hot, but never pretty
To be too good, but never good enough for you to stay
To call my name all day, but never with warmth in your voice
To beg, crawl, kneel down for you, yet you keep choosing the other girl
Or maybe I am the other girl.
To write you love poetry, when you’re not even ready to give me one song to call it ours
To be your friend, but never your lover
The friend you call when you’re lonely
The friend you text when you’re drunk
The friend that would cross the world for you
When you’re not even ready to make her a part of your messy world
The friend that prays for your happiness every dusk and dawn
And you keep letting her down.
To be so close, that it feels that im under your skin, yet so far, far away-just like the distance between our countries.
Bittersweet love 