To find a box

And suddenly I begin to realize that maybe we were never meant to be. That I've never been all that important to you. You've made it clear that I don't rank that high. I feel like I was a stand in until you found something you liked more. That letting you in as far as I did might not have been the best thing because it means you know so much more than you should. But I can't put all the blame on you. That I have been hiding things that I'm terrified to tell you. That I wont tell you. But your silence hurts. I thought we were more than this. But I guess I was wrong. I usually am when it comes to you. I won't be making the same mistake again. I can't. It hurts to much. The box I stated with is broken the pieces scattered. But it's time for a new, stronger box. One that won't break. One that I won't be able to open again. It's time. You don't need me. You have her. You have them. I'll watch from the crowd and always cheer you on. I will always be in your corner. But it is time the I lock my feelings away. It is time. I will always be your friend, your best friend when you need me to be. But I know it will never be more, it's been made clear. I won't push. I've done that enough and it gets me no where. You've made it clear and I respect that, I'm here if you need me, you know that.