Tom is always a...

PUZZLE. The same bench warmer I first saw him as. The still encantador. The staying a question in my mind. He's the questioning sentence, and I complete it with a question mark. We're heroes of each other. The one I run to when I'm down, and the effing only one to make me laugh. And I'm the one he runs to when he's down, and the effing only one to make him laugh. Tom is said to be my crush but no he's not. I used to be craving for his attention while I'm now ignoring all his chuckles. The dirtily genius guy I'd die being where he is. Tom stays a cushion to squeeze, to wipe all the tears, to gladly accept your worst kind of look, and to calm you down in a calm sleep night when you've stayed restless for a week. A cushion doesn't lie to you; it gives you its best just when you need it, even the meanest truth but a truth is a truth and that's all we need. Tom is the best, my best, my effin best. He gives the best curiosity of what he means by subjecting to missing you. He gives the best mindblow when he said that he enjoys being with you more than the one he loves. Tom gives you the best sarcasm you'd be confused about laughing along with him or drawing a sour frown on your face. And when you decide to look sad he'll make it up to you with the best way someone could ever come up with. Tom is the only one who you can come up with the idea to sing 'Yellow' to, or to be sung 'Yellow' by, while you're wishing your lovely jerk to sing you 'Shiver'. Tom is a delicate pleasure you'd feel guilty to eat because you love another guy and you don't want to lose him as your effin best, so much bester than any jerk you're in love with. But then you'll feel insecure about giving him empty hopes and you decide to let him be by his own for a while. And I should tell you, that is the time when you completely got nothing to hold on to. No effing single thing. And don't you ever think of doing that for some jerk you think you're in love with. You're more in love with Tom at a time, and you never want him to be yours, because you love him not the way you love those jerks. And you take Tom for granted just how you took your psycho ex who'd die to get you back and you hold on to your wishes to be all your lovely jerk's. And you take Tom for granted. You take Tom for granted..

Don't you ever take Tom for granted.