1.2.3.4.5.

1.
It amazes me how on your deathbed,
I know you'll be thinking of her because
she's beautiful and because she's kind
and because she cares and because
she's not me.
((If she cared so much you wouldn't have had to
come crying to me when she broke your heart))

2.
Can you really love someone just
because they tell you that your eyes
are pretty and your body rocks and
that you have a sexy smile?
((I think so, because if I told you that I loved you
because you are amazing and funny and strong and
crazy and a fantastic listener, I don't think you'd love
me the same))

3.
When you told me you
wanted to die, I prayed and
cried and pleaded each night to
God to give me all your pain, to
make you feel loved.
((And so God gave me all your pain and hurt and
gave you a beautiful little sex-crazed girl. I guess
that's what makes you happy...))

4.
I don't think you'll ever
realize how much i do worry
over your every little medical
mishap; Every bloody nose and
silent seizure and heart transplant..
((Right now I'm so worried that I've broken down
and started praying to magic eight balls and
Guatemalan worry dolls, hoping they can fix the
things i can't..))

5.
I think I've died a little
inside, every time you've hugged
me and trusted me and told me
what an amazing friend i am.
((You Shackled me in your paradox

Should I smile because he's my friend, or cry because that's all he is?..))

*With help on the 5th point from Antidote To Love (: