He's everything you want. He's everything you need. He's everything inside of you that you wish you could be.

He says all the right things at exactly the right time. But he means nothing to you and you don't know why.

You're waiting for someone.
To put you together.
You're waiting for someone to push you away.
There's always another wound to discover.
There's always something more you wish he'd say.

Too bad the things that might be good for you are the things you can't accept.

Or then again, maybe it was a wrong match to begin with.

All I know is that my best friend is hurting. Badly.

And that makes me more upset that I can say.