A Letter From a Friend

Precious thing
 I long for nothing more
 Than to be your friend
 But I am not good
 As you are
 For I think
 Where I should feel
 And I am not
 Innocent
 As you would think
 For I try
 To turn your head
 And I never stop
 And I see you happy
 And I wish you well
 But in my wish
 Is my invitation
 To a different dream
 And I wonder
 If I care for you at all
 Not to leave you alone
 Where you are
 Content
 And I long for nothing more
 Than to be your friend
 But if you accept my gift
 You will ruin it
 And I will not give you
 What I promised
 Because
 I can't
 But I will always
 Offer
 And I will always
 Deny it
 Because I have a most convenient
 Guise
 Of friendship
 Should you slip
 I should slay you
 Like all the others
 And still I rain
 And say "walk my way"
 Because I adore
 Where I have no right
 But I ask you to become
 Worse than you are
 And neglect to mention
 That I adore the part of you
 That does not
 Love me
 For I long for nothing more
 Than to be your friend
 Yet I long for everything
 Friends will never be
 I think I may be
 Cruel
 But if I harm none I am
 Only evil
 And it hurts not to know if I am
 Terrible
 Or only
 In love