I have a friend I am in love with. He loves me, but is not in love with me.
It pains me like an open sore.
I have a gal pal who likes my friend and asked me to inquire, into his interest in her.
My comfort level in this was nonexistent. I did this thing I asked. It hurt to do so.
I love my friend and his happiness matters to me.
He said “let’s puta pin in it” meaning maybe. I wanted to curl into a fetal ball of pain.
My mind screams why her? She is not even your type. She’ll drive you crazy, but I don’t.
I love my friend and I keep my mouth shut and guard my heart.
Someday when my friend meets someone I will have to walk away. I can’t watch him fall in love.
My heart is an open wound.