to my best friend:

maybe it was more terrible of me
to confess to her
break her heart, maybe.

i don't know if she cares,
i don't know if she knows,
reading this,
that i'm talking about her.

i know there will be
a rusted silence
where it used to be golden
in between us.

and the pieces of my broken heart are slowly breaking
but she doesn't need to know
i'll gladly stay a villain for her to be the hero.

i'll go on the guillotine if it's me instead of her
i'll drink the poisoned chalice if it's me instead of her
i'll take the blame if it's me instead of her.

and it sounds like i'm in love with her
but we're just friends
and i don't want us to get hurt.

- from your best friend.