Never? Maybe

My acidic tears helped me write this poem.

Never? Maybe.

She says shes not.
But you have to be, you have to.
You let me braid your hair,
You let me touch you
You let me do things "friends" wouldn't do.
You have to be.
I'll cry I'll die
My tears are acid and the water running down my back doesn't burn the way I want it to
But she won't want me.
She doesn't want me.
I'll keep holding her,
I'll keep braiding her hair,
I'll keep touching her,
I'll keep doing these things that "friends" wouldn't normally do.
Because I love you.
But you will never return the feelings,
But, maybe.