Thinking about the past,

At first, I didn't mind the loner,

Because when I got home,

The friends that lingered there,

One of them gone now,

And I still miss the living life out of her.

But me and him,

have done okay,

I've struggled to remember he was there,

But always he is there,

I just hope that I mean as much to him,

As he does to me.

I have pushed him away time and time again,

But he knows I need him,

No matter how much I act like I don't.

It's him who knows me best,

Inside and out.

It's him,

I should be thankful for.

I shouldn't treat him like I do.

But I do because I am afraid to get to close,

And I keep denying that care I have for the world.