Failure on my lips.

Failure on arrival, I see our friendship blossom as a romantic endeavor wilts, it dies in front of our eyes and you don't even flinch or bat your eyes illuminate my shortcomings one last time and time again is on our side, it is clear that we walk a different line and your confidence inhales me. How you can always be so certain about what I can only call uncertainty is beyond me. Following your lead I make the assumption that the line resides on the beaten path of friendship, however familiar I will never again kiss your lips or touch your hips. Every breath I exhale is a sigh of exhaustion.