Friendzone

I am loitering in the Friendzone.

The odd thing is…
I don’t belong there.

I loiter and loiter in a priviledged space,
a stranger, a noble in this desert scape.

I am loitering in the Friendzone.

_________________________

I have no pretty words
I have no game
I act as if
all guys are the same
but my heart pitter patters unreadably
in a place that is most epitomisingly
thrilling
frightening
scary
upsetting
offsetting
cascading
feelings
of doom
whom
when
can
what can i do?

I loiter terribly.

__________________

I loiter in the Friendzone as if my heart is dead.
But the reality is the Friendzone is my prison escape.

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