THE FRIEND ZONE

The friend zone

I struggle with your complexities,

your need for time to think, to work

through your issues. No longer

fooled by emotion’s high drama where

you call for gin and tissues. Did you

plan my feelings to completely savage,

or is it by cruel turn of events that let

you, my sanity ravage. Those Doe eyed looks

you deploy, much perfected, have but a

single aim, to string me along

and as back-up plaything to employ.

At last the penny dropped, I realised

we only speak by phone, there never was

nor ever could be more, I’ve never left

the friend zone.

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