I catch his gaze across the hall
my love tightens grip around my finger tips
as if blindly asserting "you are mine."
I squeeze back, and pretend I'm fine.
But in the suburbs of my mind
I'm reclined beneath the naked body
of another man,
a best friend that has held my hand
through break ups and heart aches
but never dared to take
more than an inch closer to my lips,
for the kiss we might create
could shatter our perfect little worlds.
It was the day my mouth was on the cheek
of the boy I am with, the boy I love,
I caught his smile from across the room
and knew I could never be true,
because truth is
I'm in love with my best friend
more than I could ever love my boyfriend,
but I'm too afraid to make a move
to do anything at all.