It is easy to love you.

It is easy to be your friend.

It is easy to look in those deep brown eyes

and say that this is the way it should end.

But it is hard to disown you,

to change my own feelings.

It is hard to not speak when I see

how you spend those lonely evenings.

But it is not my place anymore-

that much is easy to see.

And to interrupt someone who does not speak

is not a good price to set myself free.

So I do the hard things, I work myself apart,

 I assume my duty, I sleep, I leave.

You are only aware that I am tired, no more.

And this is all I allow you to sheave.

I am so much more than that person,

I am so much more than someone who loved you,

I am so much less than I wanted to be,

and I hope you know you got me closer.

You've made me better,

so get out of my dreams.