I see you.
When have you felt that before?
The feeling that someone else understands you,
Truly understands you,
Sees through your walls, into you.

I for one haven’t felt it.
It’s always a passing friendship,
A fleeting moment.
Never a true friendship,
I wonder if I’ve ever truly had a friend.

I know my friends care for me,
I care for them.
But how well do we know each other?
We don’t talk about how we feel.
We don’t share anything personal.

But why do I feel left out?
Like they talk and I don’t.
I suppose my walls are too high.
How I wish I had a hammer,
And watch it go crashing down.

Then finally feel like someone sees me.

Who knows what you think of me.
I know what I think of you,

Your smile like a fire that lights up the room.
Your hair ablaze like an auburn flame.
Your kindness, a light in the darkness.

You melt my heart, an ice cube in the heat.

We got on like a house on fire,
Then we heard the sirens…
They extinguished our flame.

I’m left in the rubble.
I can still hear your crackle.
Your brightness; burned into my eyes.

It was always going to be fleeting.
Fire burns after all.

I reached out to you yesterday.
You had just told me how you felt,
You said it felt difficult.
I felt it too.

Three weeks it had been.
The silence echoed.
I questioned myself, had I done something?
I waited and waited…

I asked to meet up again,
You didn’t respond.
The day before you sounded different,
Then I heard nothing but my own heartbeat.

I had been over the moon.
I thought you might like me.
Do you though?
How am I to know.

My friend saw us,
Were you asked about it, and it felt too much?
Or were you honest…
You just felt like you were gonna mess something up.