Just A Reminder To Myself

I wish I could tell you exactly what I think of you, and how often I think of you.

I wish you knew about the poem I wrote today,

and how I want to tell you all of my secrets.

I'd tell if I thought you'd care.

But I wonder why you talk to me,

and I wonder if it's harder being your friend.

I contemplate telling you it's too difficult, and I just can't do it anymore...

but that would be lie,

because I'm more patient than what I like to believe.

This is how it has to be.