Writings of a Phobophobe.
I can’t say I’m just feeling a tad sad,
Never thought it would hurt this bad.
A friend I’d love to be,
But a friend I wouldn’t dare be.
I guess we need to stop at fifth,
Because it’s you – I can’t fall in love with.
A bond like that I would try to break,
An ache beyond this I shouldn’t take.
You make me complete
With one text,
You make me anxious
With one lapse.
The least I want,
Is to be pest.
I dare not ask,
To be on your chest.
I really really need,
To get some rest.
But this note,
To you I wish to address.
Distance alone,
Will not make me feel much less.
Because in my world,
You’re already the best.
killgwen 