Echo

Is friendship just like love? 

Then why it also gives a slap without a boxing glove? 

Although it smacks its fist against my face,

I don´t consider to escape. 

I choose to stay beloved,

Allowing of those tears to drop. 

Another day of thinking what I´m worthy of,

And I believe I´m sinking in this world of worth. 

I start to think I´m futile - 

So should´t we still be “mutual”? 

Isn´t friendship just like love? 

Then why was it so hard to talk it off? 

I guess I miss that dove. 

I miss your deep and caring love. 

But those light eyes are full of lies,

And false sweet fireflies, 

That now are hunting me whereof. 

“I love you, bro” - you text above. 

But I can´t say it back, of course. 

Those feelings shove me off,

And now I need to just back off. 

I guess, there are too many kinds of love that I am surely barren of.