Your hugs heal my breaking heart
Only temporarily, for once I see you hug another
It once again tears apart
I question my warm feelings…
We’re only friends, yet you fascinate me
To the point that I wonder if that’s all we really are.
I cherish our laughter, our quirky remarks
But do you lavish the intrepid beauty of others instead?
Am I nothing, if not the awkward girl you laugh with, when they’re gone…?
But then, am I more special than they?
More than a face, two breasts, and hips?
More than a quick pleasure in-between your sheets?
Or is that all you truly cherish…?