I like to think 

that if our friends;

sometimes the closest people in our life,

can see us for our soul.

Then so can others. 

You aren’t what I need to breathe like a fish out of water

Aren’t what I desire nor the sounds of laughter

That make me smile.

I'm scared

of uttering the words

"I love you"

Again.

Because what if 

it was something

I never really meant?