Glycerine

i'm going to hold your hand so we don't get lost in this crowd
i'm not going to let go of your hand because i like holding it, but if you let go i won't grab for it again
i'm not going to let go of your hand either
this is what friends do, they hold hands
"My shoulder would make a nice pillow, you think?"
i saw yes, but in reality it is horribly uncomfortable because you are bony and i am bony.
"Can I kiss you?"
my answer is yes, but if you had tried to do so, i wouldn't of stopped you
"Goodnight."
actually, it's good morning. it's two a.m and i fell asleep on you.
wow
let me process this

when i woke up the next morning i realized i'd been dreaming of your lips and my heart ached. it felt weird, because hearts cant really ache.
maybe i have heartburn. i should probably go get that checked out.

You can me nearly every night. We talk constantly. We are best friends. My old friends hate me sometimes because of all the time I spend with you. I have no one to tell me which nail polish looks best, so I ask you. You suck at fashion sense, but I know you try.

i hate you. i want you dead. you are terrible terrible terrible. i cannot think up words vile enough to express how much i hate you. things have gotten bad lately. i have no one to ask what color i should paint my nails, there's no reason to, though. they are bit down to nubs and look disgusting.
"Hey I can't talk right now, she just had to go for a little bit. She'll be back soon, in like fifteen minutes. We can talk until then."
in my head i scream at you

what the fuck

on the outside i say "oh okay"
the line is silent for three minutes and then you tell me she's calling back and you have to go

afterwards
i cried and typed a message to you probably as long as a chapter in a stephen king book. we talk now. after she left you i spent two months helping you get her back.

my nails still look bad and haven't fully recovered. you are no longer interested in nail polish colors, you prefer me to try on bras an panties for you, especially lace.