I don’t think you have a clear image as to what I am
In regards to who you are.
I am your friend.
Not an adoring fan.
Not a crazed ex-lover.
Not a worshipper to fall down at your feet.
I love you.
But unconditionally.
You need not show off.
Need not puff up.
Just be you.
The shy boy I sat with and laughed.
Not some diva rockastar.
I get it if you can’t quite truste me.
I’ve had my share of wounds
But don’t act like pouty you
Is a you that I don’t know.
We faced hell together.
You were there when I was flat on my back
Up against a wall
And up a creek.
So I don’t hold you as a golden image before me.
I don’t worship and adore you.
You are just a friend.
And I was taught you are there for friends
No matter what.
So regardless of super stardom fame
Or deep wallow gutter life
I will still be here.
Just know that.
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