You can't

You can't fuck with someone like that.
You can't hurt them like that.
If you are going to even consider liking them,
Consider loving them.
Consider loving them fiercely.
And passionately
And deeply.
It's so much more than just kissing them.
It's about BEING with them.
It's about part of their life.
The part that they need and value.
"I almost kissed you earlier"
Bull shit.  
She knows how to pull you around on a string.
I don't think she gets it.
I'm not going to straight up tell you that.
You've got to figure it out on your own.
She needs you to be there when everything else gets fucked up.
But when is she going to realize how bad she's screwing you over?
You're letting her do this to you now.
You might deny that.
But I don't really think you can anymore.
If she truly loves you in the way that a friend should,
She has a REALLY shitty way of showing it.
You need to be fucking happy for once.
I could try and do that for you.
No guarantees, of course.
Life throws the most ridiculous shit at me. 
(You'll see that some day.  I'll show you.)
I want you to be a part of me.
You already are.
And I know you're scared.
Because I am too.
But that shouldn't stop us from figuring this out.
We have to work through that.
But you have to figure out how much pain she's causing you.
And how much shit she's putting you through,
Before ANYTHING else can start.
I'm so, so, so, so glad you opened up last night.
I was afraid you weren't ever going to, 
And that there was nothing for you to open up about.
And that was a really scary thought.
I don't want to hurt you though.
I know that I can now.
And I don't want to.
I don't want to.
I don't want to.
I don't want to.
I can't prove that to you, obviously.
But you finally proved to me something that needed clearing up,
And that's good.
That's so good.
Everything starts out so wonderful,
And then everything gets fucked up.
And I get hurt.
What if everything starts up so fucked up
And ends up wonderful,
Like a happy ending?
I want you to have a happy ending.
And I want to be in it.
I want to be a part of it.
Some way, somehow.
You can breathe,
You can breathe now,
You can breathe but the air is running out.
Time is running out.
And I can't let this go.
I can't let you leave unhappy.
I have to change something.
I know you can't "change" people.
But this is only changing your outlook on me.
I will change how you think.
I will make you happy.
But only if you let me.
And god, I want to see you smile and mean it.
So, so bad.
Ugh.
Oh, and I don't know, I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful, he's such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful or just a beautiful disaster?