#7

pain, me

It's hard to stay, to try and be your friend.
You tell me truths and tales to make me cry
and all I do is hide my tears and sighs.
To be true friends I must forget our end.
Misguidedly I run towards this pain
because I hope to learn and grow instead
of hoping foolish hopes, filling my head
with new ideas, not our former joyous fame.
I don't know if I love you any more,
but it's true that you still make me cry
much quicker than other boys I've let fly.
So pain helps me slam shut our closing door.
For though I hurt we've gone our separate ways,
and better that than fight for all our days.