Friend,
A word I’ve come to hate.
A vague title.
Closer than a stranger,
Further than family.
Similar to a companion,
Different from a lover.
I can put the title on just about anyone
That I like enough,
Or who likes to consider me one.
I have a lot of friends,
I love each of them,
But they can only be that,
Just friends.
And the thing about friends,
Is that no matter how many I have
I still feel alone.
Sure I have friends,
But I always tell others I don’t,
Because I don’t like to lie.