My 2019 Poems

047

Friendzone

I have an attitude
that I get attached easily;
that I fall too hard;
and that I never wished to have this.

I met many people,
yet only some capture my heart.
But the ending—
is still me, crying.

We're strangers,
that'll turn into friends;
some became close or bestfriends—
but never turning out into lovers.

We'd share stories
about ourselves,
lessons,
and those special someones.

I'd confess,
they'll say ‘I'm sorry’ or ‘okay’,
some likes somebody else, or already courting someone—
but all of it means that they only like me as a friend.