And I Can't

I sit here

in art class,

willing myself to just

open up my mouth

and spit it out already.

But I can't.

He can't know.

Why?

Because I can't hurt him.

Won't.

He's happy.

So is his girlfriend.

If I say anything,

I might ruin that.

And I can't.

Because he is

my friend

before he is

anything else.

At least,

that's how it

should

be.