God, how can I say this?
I'm just a friend, right?

Wrong.
I can't help it,
just something about you I guess,
magnetism,
I just find myself wondering how
it could be.
But it's not how it really is.

It's not like complete heartache,
it's not sadness,
just frustration
or lust, as they tend to call it.
That makes it sound so weird.

I wonder, if I told you,
would you be the same,
that could be disasterous
potentially,
but brilliant in the short-term,
don't you think???

Oh god, what do I say,
if you read this?
If you suddenly work it out?
Do I laugh it off?
Lie?
Deny everything?
Or nod and blush?

Ah, the confusion of friendship