Perfect in-between.

He's never there,

But you're always aware,

When I hurt inside,

You stand to abide,

He tries to be my something,

But you're my everything,

I complain to the both of you about my day,

You shoot me up with all the advice you own from last May,

While He doesn't have a thing to say,

He's the last for me to call,

But me and you are always at the mall,

He doesn't even talk to me as much as his other chick,

And always talks about you're such a dick,

But right now I think I love you,

As you show me your pictures of the morning dew,

That's when I take then back of your neck,

Pull you close and say everything was a wreck,

As my skin touches your lips,

His heart rips,

And every thing's better as he runs out and cries,

That part of me that held him near dies,

And I smile into your eyes,

This must be our prize,

The perfect in-between of where everything lies.