After spending an hour with you, in my mind,

I leave my place forcefully but peacefully,

after hearing that you just think of me as a “guy friend”,

I realize I want more, but know that no more than friends,

is better than one less friend,

I think about my recent “more-than-friends” relationship,

layinhg shattered in my heart and friendship shattered on the floor.

I think I think too much, but cant do much else.

Then I think again, i think there is always a chance,

a chance to turn better,

to turn my way,

a chance of you being happy.

A chance of me being happy, and the chances of you being,

a better friend then a girlfriend.