stuck in time

i know this boy

who gets me in every way.

we used to talk all the time,

spend all our time together.

he made everyday more fun than the last,

and i love him for that.

but i also love him because,

when we lost our friend,

one of our best,

and i couldn't get over it-

or even express how i felt,

he got it.

he got me.

he understood that it hurt so much,

that no words could describe it.

that nothing would ever be the same again.

and we're still friends.

he's seen me at my worst,

in tears,

a sight not too many have seen,

and somehow he's still there for me.

i'm always scared that no one will stay if they see the real me,

but he's the one person who always has,

because he's seen me.

because our friendship is genuine.

and even though we don't talk very often anymore,

we still talk like no time has passed.

maybe it just doesn't pass for us-

maybe we're stuck in time.