We sat side by side in the dressing room,
tears streaming down our faces,
broken, bleeding, crying for help;
you held my hand, and said we had to stay friends,
fight the impending pages rustling by quickly…
I want to freeze time and stay with you.
I want to miss you every time I see a blonde;
to keep writing you letters with ‘I love you,’ implied in every line.
Life is cruel.
I won’t let it take you from me.
I love you too much.