ode to my best friend
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there are some nights i lie awake groaning and rolling over myself in pain like some ugly, hunched-over beast in some pain.
i love you so much, you have taught me the meaning of that word and sometimes those nights i sleep awake groaning, i groan from the pain of the flowers you made bloom in my lungs.
my dearest companion, you have taught me when all else in love fails, i still have space in my heart for the love of my best friend.
so why, oh god why, do you torment me with your words of love for another who is not me? few are poets but even fewer of such poets love someone with their entire heart as i do you. i have often thought platonic love was purer than romantic love because of you. there is nothing that ties me to you other than the sheer bond of natural and organic love between us, strong like the roots of an oak tree.
it is a great thing to be loved so by a poet, do not exploit my love, do not wound my love.
i love you and because i love you, you twist me, you twist me as though i am some jealous husband watching with wrath to his unfaithful wife, but we are not that, we are two golden 16 year old girls in love with each other as best friends are.
how do i love you so, and so how can you twist me so?
