Instead of my best friend
He’s the one I talk to
When no one’s around
Because that’s when it’s best
When we’re alone.
We’re alone so he doesn’t worry.
Worry about what his friends will say
Worry about what I’ll think later
Worry about the things he’ll have to say
So he can be cool again
Worry about hurting me
Because he knows that
I’m not the strongest girl in the world
When it comes to holding my tears

Instead of the only one I trust with my feelings
He’s the last person I’d go to for anything
For fear of how much he’d repeat to people
Now I have all this stuff bottled up in me
Stuff I can’t let go of
With no one to talk to
So I live off of those alone moments
Anticipating them
As if I’m a starving child
Who’s finally getting some food
Trying to block out the thoughts escaping me
The thoughts telling me that soon enough
I won’t have any food
And will be starving again

Looking at this I think I might have to let go of him. I know he’ll fall but it’s what he wants, isn’t it?