To a dear friend

I'm happy that you're my friend

You fascinate and enthrall me

When you talk to me my flesh is bruise

And your words gentle hands squeezing me.

You talk of feeding me, I can see you care.

Why aren't you supporting my starvation 

Like every other friend of mine?

I'm happy that you're my friend

You don't want to be called "love",

You're just fucking with me,

But when I said "I love you" to my girlfriend

You almost said it back. 

You called me darling last night,

You showered me in praise.

You care and push me away in equal measure.

I'm so happy you're clear about being friends.