They say you have to pick your poison,
Your Achilles heel,
Your Icarus' sun.

When I become a living paradox,
How do I know what's real
And what's not?

I love you with all my heart
But you will never see me that way
So I hide it, because after all
I'd rather be your best friend than lose you for good.

I miss you with every fibre of my being
And yet, I dread seeing your face.
Why do I not want you to come back?

All I want to do is talk to you,
Be around you
But every time I speak, it feels like I push you away.

Am I repulsive?
Do I ruin everything I touch?

You're my best friend
But I am not yours
I miss you so much
But to you, I am disposable.

I'm truly sorry
For any pain I've caused you.
Never once did I mean to harm you
Or wound you, in any way.

You are everything I wish I could be
Everything I know I'll never achieve.

They say you have to pick your poison
Well I've picked mine
You.