𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 & 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫.

𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 - 𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚞𝚛.

you ask
if we can still be friends.
i explain how a honeybee
does not dream of kissing
the mouth of a flower
and then settle for it's leaves.

this is how i felt when you thought we could be friends,

after i spent my days and nights

dreaming of kissing your delicate lips

loving you from afar

holding you close to my heart until the day i could hold you in my arms.

"i still want us to be friends, though"

how can i be just your friend

after i've been the girl you loved?