This poem is the way I told a very special friend that my heart had been broken so deep I could not allow him to love me until I got rid of some of the old pain left by someone else.

I've been friends with this wonderful guy for almost five years now, and apart from an initial attraction for him that I felt at the beginning, but never spoke of, that's all we've ever been. Friends.

But then, totally unexpectedly, he suddenly turns around one day and asks me why we never became more than friends. My first reaction was laughter that bordered on hysteria.

I thought that he was joking, but it still made me feel a little guilty because what for him must be a joke was actually a particularly favorite fantasy of mine not more than four years earlier.

So it came as a complete shock to me when I saw his hurt look and heard the words "I meant it, Emma". I'm ashamed to say that I didn't deal well with it. I think of all the things he could have turned to me and said, that was the least expected.

Anyway, to get to the point, I messed things up pretty bad. The one guy that I ever really liked and respected, may have even loved, and I kicked him out of my apartment. Almost literally.

Now he's moved without a warning and I can't get in touch with him. It's like he just disappeared. And it hurts, a lot.

I guess I just want to say that if you're reading this, Joseph, I'm sorry.

It's hard to describe, in just a few paragraphs, a friendship that grew over the course of two years from simple acquaintances to best friends. In spite of our differences, and they were many, we became almost inseparable. Rarely a day went by, and never a week, without spending intensive amounts of time together. Doing things that best friends do.

Angela lived with Charlie during much of that first two years, and I had been seeing Susan exclusively for over three years. No one understood our strange friendship, least of all us. But they accepted, because we gave them no choice. Angela and I were, well, Angela and I. We vowed to never let mere love come between our friendship with each other.

Imagine my horror when I realized I was, slowly and inexorably, falling in love with Angela. That was four years ago. And I think I knew, even then, that though the love each of us felt for others could never hurt us, the love we were finding for each other could only destroy something precious in our friendship.

Angela and I were friends of long standing. Best friends. In some ways, more than friends.

This poem talks about that friendship. It talks about what a very dear person meant to me and my life, and how knowing her forever changed me. And, yes, it also talks about the pain and fear and hope that are inevitable when friendship crosses that invisible line into love.

After years of careful avoidance, two platonic lovers finally become one. Years of tension are dissolved in one second, and even if the next day they will never see each other again, in some way they will always be together.

This poem was written about a close friend. We got really close and I wanted to go one step further. At this thought she quickly said the infamous line "We should just be friends" This is for all of you who have heard that line a bit too much

Where shall my friendships take me? This is an incessantly recurring theme in my life - So, this Valentine's Day I've decided to write a villanelle about something that I know a great deal about, separating friends from lovers. Hmmm...... Shall the twain ever meet?

I think we have all gone through periods of our life where we are very unsure of what we are doing and where we are going. The same thing happens with relationships. They change, they evolve, they end. We usually have little choice in the matter. In this particular relationship. . .I didn't want anything to change. Thankfully, it turned out for the best. And I'm closer to this person than I've ever been. . .

For this person, my love has never been so strong we were together for quite some time. the break up was messy and we went through a lot of hard time but now we are friends again. We both still love each other but we just call it friendly love...

This poem is about a person who is in love with someone, but could never really show their true emotions. They had went out before, but it never really worked out. Now they are friends, but one of them wants to be something more. This is the only way they could express their feelings toward their loved one.