It hurts me to say it.
I’m supposed to be perfect.
Everything everyone needs
Everything they expect
Teachers pet
Ingenue
Daughter
Sister
Friend
Shoulder.

And oh, everything about it makes me

I’m not supposed to love you.
I’m a friend
I’m perfection
I can’t feel this way
And I do
And to say it hurts.
Oh, everything about it makes me

Inside
It eats away
Until I ooze, raw
Exposed
Bleeding silently away.
And so it must be said.
I love you
More than life
Love
Air
Myself.

But oh, everything about it makes me

Even if you don’t believe
Understand
Deny it all
I understand why.
Even if no one believes it
Accepts it
This flaw in perfection
It’s true.

And oh, everything about it kills me from the inside out
And heals me with a single smile
And burns me with a single word
“Friend.”

Everything about it makes me
And nothing will unmake me
Even if you don’t believe me.