I can't tell you how I feel,
Nor kiss you as a lover would.
Instead I spare you the ordeal,
And act just like a good friend should.
I'm there when you need me,
And gone when you don't,
Still hoping you'll love me,
But knowing you won't.
For I'm afraid I love you too much,
To cause the hurt my words would bring.
And so I sit and curse my luck,
To have fallen foul of such a thing;
That friend could be a bitter word,
And love could cause such pain.
The feelings I have oft deferred,
I endure alone this agony,
For I cannot see all ends;
And I love and hate you equally,
Because we are, "just friends."