so...

i rush the day
everyday
ever so fondly
and when i near my home
my feet are beside themselves
and when sit and fondle with my pen
my fingers twitch
as i smoothen out the papers
i hear them sing to me
sweet yet crisp

and when the moon awakes
i pour the words that were brimming
words i wanted to say to you but never did
when we were together a minute ago
words that i swallow
that cause me to bite my tounge

then i write novels about us
i paint landscapes with two of us holding hands
i read poetries that remind me of you
and i love you but only in my poems
and in those stanzas i am dauntless
i am romantic
i am all you ever wanted and needed
and i am in love

but those are not me when your around
those are of some distant hero that we read about
for all i am is a coward
not that this is a worthless battle
all i am is indifferent
yet all i cared about is you
for all i am is inadequate
but i will give you all of me
for all i am is just a friend
who, unfortunately, will be forever beside you
and not forever be with you