We dance along the tightrope
The fine line between romance and friendship
There are many who I've danced upon this simple string with
And I adore it
For I'll always fall for the latter
Though I love teetering the other way sometimes
I love those sorts of friendships-
Where you can hold hands and sit and watch the stars
I love that sort of thing
Because, as I've said before, I fall in love easily.
And you, my love are currently my prey
What we have-
The static and sweetness
Is something I would no doubt fall for
Because I have fallen in love with the essence of you
But I find comfort in the fact that we could never be together
I think that's why the story struck me so
Well, there are many reasons, but-
You are who you've always been
It only holds truer with this proof I'm not as insane as I may have thought
No, comparing myself to the lady only further proves it
But at least it also proves that my feelings are somehow charismatic-
Even if only careening out from someone else's pointed lips
Which is why, I suppose, I get so offended-
When media insists romance simply must be romance
It jabs another pin through my heart
It all goes back to-
"Girls and Boys can't be friends"
That slogan is penned by the Devil, I swear!
Of course they can.
And there can even be some toeing at the edge of that blurry little line
But that toeing is sweet and charming.
And it makes life so much more interesting, don't you think?
I would never have you.
You would never have me.
And I adore that.
Since you speak in your crooner voice and say-
Let's stand under this tree, it'll make things more romantic.
And a blush radiates off my little sweetheart face-
That's perfect to me.
I've spelled this out far too much-
Near to the point of suspiciously-specific denial, I'm sure-
But I'm all about friendship
And I'm all over romance
But having a mate falls negative on my list of priorities.
Especially since I have you, which fills any voids I may or may not have.
I love stories with relationships like ours.
They make me smile and grin like a bloody idiot.
And I love anything that causes me to do that.
Things just keep coming full-circle to me.
Sweet and self-contained.
I love that, though it seems so juvenile to admit, just as much as bittersweet and open.
You and I are good at bittersweet and open.
But we need each other to fill the gaps.
Or at least I need you.
I'm going to make you read those stories, doll-
Since they're us to a tee, I swear.
I'll see you soon enough, love.
And things will be splendid; we'll sit and watch stars again-
And hold hands-
And anything else that may cross our lovely little minds.
They say people like me are only out to look for people like you-
But I assure you, that's wrong in my case.
Since, although I don't have you, and I wouldn't want to anyways-
You have me.
And in my mind, that's more than enough.
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