He didn't think anymore.

He needed her. 

Like a drug 

Like a salve 

He didn't think he had it in him anymore

To give himself away like that

And here he was 

Being called to be the better man

Because she needed a friend more than a lover right then 

And maybe forever

That's all she'd ever get out of him 

Because that's all she'd ever ask for 

And now here he is 

He thinks his life is fucked without her

And maybe it is 

But maybe his happiness doesn't depend on 

The most amazing dark hair, blush-red face and dimples he'd ever seen

And maybe pigs fly.