Oh my God it hurts,
I didn’t think it did,
I didn’t think it could.
I thought that my rage for you,
would burn through our friendship,
charring whatever feeling I had.
But now, in the lonely night,
when the darkness whispers for me to be honest,
if only with myself and the night’s sympathetic ear.
I say it aloud, what I feel but shouldn’t feel;
‘I miss you and I want you to miss me’