I put all of my feelings about you

In jars of glass,

Transparent to everyone

But you.

 

I've hung out with your friends 

Multiple times

And I'm certain they'll be questioning

And prodding

And encouraging

And you'll remain 

Just a friend.

 

Are you blind?

 

I'm truly happy when I'm with you

And that seems to be a difficult feeling to obtain these days.

 

So I'll take what I can get

And wait it out.

 

I'd rather be friends

Than nothing.