February - Before

The truth is almost out.

So close, so far.

How easily did I let it

Almost slip away?

I promised myself

I wouldn't do it

Then there I was,

On the verge of ruining it.

Your friendship to me

Means the sand to the sea.

I can't live without you,

You're my best friend.

Yet some way, somehow

I was so close to throwing it

All over the drain.

I'm sorry, I really am.

These feelings are not my fault;

I swear that I fought.

I liked you in an instant,

I fell for you faster.

Then you came close

And I realized how much I rose.

Your words gave me power,

Power over me.

They made me swoon like they made me cry,

They made me woosh until I ever die.

These feelings can't stop coming,

Or maybe that's my head.

I struggle to realize

What's true and what's fake.

What if my feelings

Are all just a mess?

Maybe I don't love you,

Maybe that's the truth.

Perhaps I only like

The idea about you,

But how is that possible

If I know you so well?

What idea could I have

If I already know the truth?

You told me everything I need to know,

Not once did you lie.

So tell me dear brain,

How's it all in my head?