About the Poem
I wrote this for a friend. I call him friend but I do wish it was more. We find excuses to see one another or to talk to each other. I believe we both know there is more to it than that, but to say so would ruin it all. It seems such a shame that the world is so full of hurt and pain that we tend to avoid relationships altogether. We only dream of what could be if we were to find that "right" person. The fear is the enemy here. We may in fact meet this "right" person, but let them slip out of our lives without ever knowing what could have been.
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|by Diane Blue|
We enjoy each others company
but for the most part, we avoid it.
We pretend there is nothing there.
We're just friends.
Every time we meet, it's awkward at first.
We check our guard and put up the walls.
We're just friends that's all.
We call each other on the phone,
and always have a good excuse for doing so.
Do friends need an excuse?
You remind me that "We must be careful",
"We can't go there", you say.
The rules have been set,
and we live by them.
We sit and talk for hours,
two sets of blue eyes interlocked
and neither turns away.
I hang on your every word.
Your simple presence in a room,
gives my life a purpose.
Add your voice and a smile,
and I melt away.
The thought of you touching me
makes my body scream out with yearning.
But we're just friends, right?
Why do I feel it's more?
Are we in self-inflicted denial?
Our past hurts have made us so afraid,
We'd rather be lonely than to take that chance again.
I wish I could tell you how I really feel inside.
That I'd be willing to take that chance
To be more than just your friend.
I know you sense this, as I do,
but it's easier to pretend.
Saying it would make it real
and you'd run away and hide from me.
So I'll try and keep the flood gates closed
and be content that you let me be,
Just your friend.