Distance between us when we were so close.
The pain is so deep as I suffer the loss.
Best friends we were before he came.
Since then nothing has been the same.
I want to talk to you as you are standing over there.
But the fear keeps on telling me that you don't care.
The silence is killing me. It's just too loud.
It's like a soft song being sung by a very large crowd.
A prayer comes to my spirit hoping that you will forgive.
I never wanted to hurt you as long as I live.
But he wanted me and I didn't think you'd mind.
Especially, since you're the one who left him behind.
You told me that you only felt sorry for him.
And that the fling was just something done on a whim.
But when I looked at him, I saw his heart breaking
just as for so long my own heart was aching.
He looked at me, too. And something in me broke free.
It was instantly love as if we were meant to be.
I love him so much and he loves me, too.
But I also love you and don't know what to do.
Still I just can't let him go and I hope you'll understand.
He is my beach and I am his sand. We go together hand in hand.
I hope that you won't make me choose between my lover and best friend.
Because I will love you both until this life comes to an end.
As I sit here just hoping that you'll just look my way,
I struggle trying to find the right words to say.
Fear won't let me come over there because I know you're mad.
But you're still my best friend and he's everything I never had.
I WON'T CHOOSE!
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Adding your comment:
it is sad but the narritor stays strong to her postition. such a hard thing to go through. most of the time when we chose boyfriends over friends it's just the wrong thing to do...but this poem presents a different situation. that this is true love! and she can't just let him go. I really enjoyed this poem. so strong and true ...and the rhyme is perfect...its not overdone or underdone - if thats even a word...lol. and to tell you the truth there is no awkward areas...tho, personally, i don't think you need the last three words in the poem. you present that so clearly in the poem...that you don't need it at the end...but thats just my opinion. 
