The night i die

I sit everyday listening to you talk about him,
how he is a jerk, how he did this and that,
it is not my fault if one day i scream at you and say:

i love you, i hate him and can not stand to hear anymore anymore about him. i want you, can you not see that..i will not hurt you like he did you know that and you seen me get hurt in the past to..you do not see me complaining to you..

do you know what she says to me...I am sorry that i have to say this but i only see you as a friend. i know you have heard that so much, but it is true. you are like a brother to me...

i say i understand, but that night i go home and cry...and thats the night i die....