To be loved for so long
is a blessing,
though at times I complain,
tell you I don't want you
to love me.

Some live their whole lives
without ever feeling
the way I do, you do,
when we are together.

To be apart on a night
like tonight,
when the miserable relief
of insane reality
finally I am able to release,

I don't want to hear the care
in your voice,
the emotion.
That only makes me
miss you more.

So I don't let you care
for me.
I hurt you like that,
and you take it
because you are my best friend.

I should have driven up there.