#2 - [Sudden Poetry] - The Lover, The Friend

It hurts me every time I think of you

A wound that opens up by the mere mention of you

You were far from perfect

Far from normal, ideal

With all of that considered, it was only you;

Making me smile in those stress filled nights

Drowning me with hugs and kisses after make shift fights

You made me want to wake up early on a monday

To see those brown eyes disappear in laughter

Only to reappear for a second before I move closer

Not to kiss nor to hug nor to bite nor to tickle

But just to be as close a friend would when in front of your lover.