Three Days.

I've been dying to tell you
struggling over the right words
i wasn't quite sure how you'd take it,
but i definitely didn't think it would be like this

i don't want you to hurt her
and i know you won't
but sometimes
i REALLY want you to hurt her
for me

you tell me about your problems
in relationships, and with girls
and i always wonder
how i could still possibly
be in love with you

you disgust me
and occasionally i despise you
but i was told by a wise woman
that there's a fine line
between love and hate

so today, i told you how i felt
and you said you felt the same
but you had her, she was in the way
but you wouldn't just leave her

you worked too hard for that
it took you three years
and somewhere in there
we had three days

it was awkward, i remember
but we were both a lot less mature
i'd give almost anything
to have you back

i do have you now, in a sense
because you are my best friend
and even though i'll have to wait a year or two
for anything different
that's okay for now

because i know i'm the only person
who you bake cookies with
on winter afternoons
after we sled
on three foot snow hills
with trash can lids.

that woman, the wise one i mentioned before
she also told me
that if you asked to marry me
she would be okay with that
she'd like that

i guess i'd be cool with that, too.