Friends, Lovers, Or Nothing

Friends we were
In the emptiness of your room
With the scent of fake Hawaiian seas in the air
We would talk about dreams down to the marrow
Until it was time for goodbyes

Lovers, perhaps,
In some twisted, forbidden way;
The idea of it lingered in your car, so tempting,
Laced with an unspoken need to be near each other
For another minute or five

Nothing in actuality;
Think: what use was it promising each other lies?
What did we gain with sneaking glances, subtly flirting,
Hugging and touching like a sweet, whispered secret?
Nothing worth holding onto

So we talked and laughed as friends do
Who longed to hold each other like lovers
But in the end were pathetically nothing.