☆bekind☆

It does not budge

Believe me, I've tried.

I date to make you pizza the way you like it. To see your face first thing in the morning. To put tinsel in your hair. To attack you with tickles. To kiss you randomly and often. To build a home with you. To rest in your arms when the noise is too much. To hold you close to my chest and hear your heart beat against mine. To wipe your tears away, lift the weight off of your shoulders. To snuggle on the loveseat on aimless Sunday afternoons. To go watch films together, thrice a week. To laugh with you. To make love to you and have it mean something. To make memories together. To live a life together.

The idea of your arms desiring my warmth inexplicably heals me.

And we'd be great together, so great we'd go down in history

I'm getting tired of crying tears for you.

The concept of you ever liking me back seems too good to be true.

And I'm tired of seeing you act like nothing happened.

I kissed you and you were my best friend and yes, it matters.

And yes, I'm shattered.

I knew I shouldn't have done this.

I knew I should've looked the other way.

But I knew I wanted to be the bride

I would've died rather than become your bridesmaid.

My mother thinks we're still friends

And you smile so sweetly at her

And I'm so mad at you that

All I want is to melt in your arms for

An eternity.

I've done everything I could to make you like me like that

You know how my heart is so stubborn

But if you ever find yourself in need of someone who you broke into pieces

You know you can call me up if you still got my number.

I know I slipped, I know I fumbled

But everyone does, and I wanted you

To tell me it wasn't too good to be true

And I'm tired of crying tears for you.

And I'm tired of wanting to kiss you

But your lips are chapped from him

And I imagine never seeing you again and it is so grim

So I stick around you and I bear the pain

And I want to be in your life either way, so, yes, I'll be your bridesmaid.