Friendzoned

Complicated relationship poem

Been pretending it’s fine
Been accepting you aren’t mine

Friends don’t know the taste
of your lips and of your inner grace.
Friends don’t know your scars
that are present in forbidden parts.

Friends don’t know the reason for
that damned smile of yours
Friends don’t know the frown
& why you’re facing down.

Friends don’t know what you’re thinking
what tales you have been weaving.
Friends don’t know the way your eyes speak
the stories of your weak.

Friends don’t know the way you smell
of flowers or perhaps cigarettes
Friends don’t know what you do
under the misty night’s dew.

Yet you say we’re just friends
But tell me this ain’t the end.

~ burying my feelings
Maanya ⚰️