A Bug in the System

An hour, a day, a week, a month.

I exist only in your screen, yet I can almost hear the words you hold on the tip of your tongue. I cannot be who you want me to be, I cannot give what you want me to give. Your intentions aren't what I wish they'd be.

A sentence here and there, friendly and playful, perhaps I led you on? How long have you been harbouring a secret I hope you won't share?

I'll play dumb, if only for a little while longer, until your words demand an acknowledgement, until it comes choking out, loud and proud. I will want to cover my ears and my eyes, a friendship tainted, I can no longer bear it.