PreDICKament

I don't want to be your friend.

The feeling is mutual, this is why we're in this predicament.
Don't make a joke out of the word, sure it mentions private parts..
We are through with private.
Insomnia often leads to you.
Thoughts and messages and telephone calls, not so much anymore.
Makes me think we're really moving on.
But we're not.
We kiss and and touch and still play eye tag.
We've got to stop playing.
We aren't pretending, we aren't in a position where we can be honest.
I'm on the fence.
I really don't like you, just as much as I actually do like you.
It’s an awful thing.
We’re so awful..
I don’t want to be your friend.
We’re good at this make believe friendship.
Every once in a while I even start to believe it myself.
Foolish.
You aren't in a position to say things.
You aren't in a position to do things.
We keep saying and doing an awful lot.
This is awful.
When it happens I don’t even realize how awful it is.
Not until later, but when it sinks in, it really sinks in.
I don’t want to be your friend.
I often have no care for you, but when the care gets a hold of you..
I can't help but sometimes, sort of care.
I don’t think I'd ever let you know.
No honesty.
All games.
You'd think I was an athlete.
I don’t want to be your friend.
I still try though, sometimes.
I still pretend, always.
It doesn't bother me..
I'm pretending again.
I'm your friend, and I don’t want to be.
I'm seriously not being serious.
We're not being serious.
That's probably why this is that much more harder.
I don’t want to be your friend.
I'm not being serious.
We're not being serious.
I don’t want to be your friend.
We're friends.
I'm serious.