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.