---The wrong one.
Here you are, coming towards me,
Wordlessly questioning my existance,
And how dear I am to thee,
Not talking while things turn tense.
I smile purposefully and ask you simply,
"Care to dance?" with knowledge in mind,
That you were to ask the same to me,
Had we turned time into rewind.
As we dance, surroundings seem to disappear,
Our eyes connect steadily for awhile,
Until I ask a question that causes you fear,
That turns you quiet, as if hearing bile.
"We're just friends," say you,
Having me respond, "This dance"
"We're still friends in this too"
You reply, regaining your stance.
I shake my head and draw you closer,
With you strangely sighing as if melting,
An exterior of coldness that seems to defer,
As the music is slowly playing.
"This is wrong," you then say,
"I belong to..." and you break off,
As I put a finger over your lips. "No way"
I tell you, making you cough.
The music begins to end,
And I hold you tighter, whispering,
"Just say that you're mine, not just friend"
"Say it!" I demand, causing a sting.
From you I find chaos inside,
I grip you tighter until you withdraw,
Having feelings you wish to hide,
Wondering if anyone saw.
You return to him quietly,
But end up loudly laughing to a joke,
He says so deftly,
Once said by another bloke.
You smile your fake smile,
Avoiding my glance at every which way,
But, it doesn't take a while,
To shake off that smile that doesn't stay.
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Hmm...This is up to your interpretation, I guess.