Friends

I don't know if we can be friends Not like you imagined anyway, cos That would mean writing over what we were, all those rose tinted days and turning it into something less special, and slightly more mandane, a lower level of pain where you no longer want me as your lover But wanna hold on to my best bits while your chest hits the arms of another I don't think we can be friends But then everyone says it will get better with time, a cruel irony cos..... the thing about time is it takes time What do you do with those minutes, months, weeks, years? living a daze without your person As your days worsen with fear you'll close the curtains as hurting circles then settles and worsens. And now your friendship is an offer that I'm too deaf to even hear, I don't wanna be your friend I just wanna go back to back then