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My friend I know that you only live for her and she know it too, but she hasn't seen you confessing while drinking that it's with her skin that you dream at night. She hasnt seen you go crazy thinking of her hands while unding your shirt buttons, while shaking in my arms you're waiting for a word, a gesture, or a hug, something that that takes all that doubts away. 
She hasn't seen you weeping with your eyes wide open begging for a caress, or even some crumbs of love. You know what pains me the most is that in the end she and I both know what you feeling are and what we can do to make this discomfort go away. My sweet friend I really don't know what to do or to say to make you happy.

I wish I could dictate in the souls or the freedom that she is missing, wish I could fill your pockets of won wars, dreams, and renovated illusions. 

I want to give you this poetry please dont think that I'm spreading news. Maybe my friend one day while reading this you might understand that my intentions was never to tell your story although its very touching. And forgive me friend, this isn't intelligence or wisdom this is just my way of expressing, nor is it my duty its just my language. My sweet kind friend the king of this never ending story I just want you to know that you can count on me. Maybe one of this days I finally learn to speak without overthinking or overwriting because  all of this story I care because you are my friend.