Running out of Wishes

Betrayal

lingers on your tongue

and

the rough edges in your eyes

sting the ever so fragile heart

your words bring back memories

that I only wish to forget

I need to forget

that you meant everything to me

because

why should I still care if you already let go

so

so

long ago,

and why is it that

friendship is a burdon;

and why does it harbor so much jealousy?

or is it just based off of time invested in each other,

that rips our souls at the slightest abandonment?

Don't I have the seniority when it comes to others?

Haven't I been around since the beginning of

our ever so young years?

Don't I mean anything to you?

All along I wished to mean something to you,

I wished to be the friend you could turn to,

I wished to be the friend that could make you smile at will,

I wished so much that I may just have run out of wishes.

So I need to stop wishing :

that I can be your joy when you want to be happy

that I can be your shoulders when you need some leaning on

that I can be your eyes when you don't wish to open them

that I can be your legs when you don't think you can go on any farther

that I can be your ears when you want someone to listen

because you don't need me for that, do you?

Then please, tell me, what am I to you?

This was never about what I wanted

and I never ask anything out of anyone,

But..

If I could make one wish, my own wish,

I would wish that to someone out there,

I would be their best friend.

The friend they could share anything with,

And would do anything for me, just like I would do to them.

A hero for a hero

I don't want to be just another friend.