My best friend and my closest friend.

She giggles over her bucket of wine,
'secretly you love me. Secretly you adore me'
It's not much of a secret, she knows.
She knows I'd run to the ends of the earth,
Take a running leap off,
Into black nothingness,
If she told me I'd find a part of her at the bottom of the jump.

She looks at me with accusing eyes,
'you don't come over anymore. I miss you'
My heart ruptures at the simplicity,
Though I know it's sheerly platonic.
She misses my dry one liners,
My 'I'm driving, can't drink. Nope.
Oh ok, then, I'll have one. Maybe two'
And if the car was to flip in a blaze of glory,
It'd be worth it, just to have spent a few hours with her.

She looks at her mate, when I say I'm leaving,
'she's just under the thumb. She's whipped'
She's right. I'm trying to get out from under her thumb, though.
Trying to get away from her whiplash.
I stayed away, got shitty with her,
Got over her, met someone else,
Hung around with new people,
Worked on the relationship I'm in.

She turns to her, pulls her back into her embrace
'I love you' she says to her.
I smile, genuinely. My best friend is happy,
My closest friend is the reason,
I turn and leave with a smile on my face.
I'm not over her, I won't be.
But none of that matters when I see how happy they are.
My best friend and my closest friend. I love them more than I love me.