Closed.

Awkward doesn't even cover it.
Not even close.
Not even a little.
I'm trying not to look at you too much,
And really I'm even avoiding talking to you.
But all I want is to hug you.
Hug you and not let go.

When we're saying goodbye, "I miss you" slips out.
And you don't say much.
Just look.
You don't want to say it back.

Look at you makes me kind of sick.
Like in the pit of my stomach and I can't watch.
I turn my head the other direction or to the floor.
And I wonder.
You see me standing right there, don't you?
I know you do because you're treating me like I am you're greatest friend.
Like I'm the one you would want to waste days with.
But not like that.
Not. like. that.

I want to tell her she has nothing to worry about.
Really all I want is to do is scream and explain that you wouldn't ever do anything.
I'm not even a third wheel.
You're honest and loyal.
She doesn't have a thing to worry about.
You left me.

Because love is friendship set on fire.
But your spark flickered away.
And you stopped loving me.