Her

The curve of her smile
The fullness of her chest
The scars on her wrist, upper arm
The pain she tries to disguise, but I am aware of
The wish that she will end her life
The worry she will never find love
The laugh that tumbles out of her mouth
The loud, abnoxious words, running out of her
The bluntness of her words, speaking what's on her mind
The kiss we almost shared
The perfectness which is her
Making me want her
Making me long for her
In the end it doesnt matter though
I am not allowed to have her
I am not allowed the opportunity to hurt her
Or myself
The sad look her face expresses when she thinks I don't notice
The annoyance, at me, she expressed
The truth her words carved in my heart
I guess its better to just have her as a friend
Than to fuck up her world...