friendship

your getting,

binded by love.

u fight,

with me,

more than,

just talk.

you ask him,

to do everything,

with you.

you leave,

me out.

i sit on,

the sidelines,

and just watch.

i cry,

and think,

of all the,

things,

we did, 

together..

all those memories,

they slip,

through,

your head...

one day,

you will,

look back,

and wonder,

why did i do that?

why did,

i let her,

slip away?

why didn't,

she tell,

me?

here is why,

i love you,

too much, 

and with that,

comes your own choices.....