FakeBook Friends

What's the point of having a facebook friend who, when they see you face to face, ignores you. When you like this person, the decision between the status quo and moving on is a thin line

Why are we friends?

Are we really friends?

In this day and age

We seem to be just trends

I like your photo

You comment on my post

But I truly have to wonder

Would you be there when I need you most?

I know the answer

I have seen the truth

The way you act towards me in person

Well, that right there is my proof

It’s such a shame

It just shouldn’t be

But that’s just the way it’s been

And how it is between you and me

I like you more than silly hearts

Thumbs and pokes, shares and GIFs

Just to be a real friend

Oh, how I can wish!

But let’s break this down

Way down to the core

Are we actually nothing

Or is there something more

I worked with you for years

Known you for a while

I know that being friendly

Really isn’t your style

But who we’ve each become

Over these last few years

Are you really worth

The blood, the sweat and tears?

My heart can’t take much more

I’m a broken down fool

I’m out of my element

And you are just too cool

Three poems I have written

With you here in my head

Knowing all too well

These words you’ve never read

Why do I do this to myself?

Why must you torture me?

Why can’t it be so easy?

Why can’t you fall in love with me?

Instead I’ll see you post on Facebook

I see you’re still online

Should I send these words to you?

Would you even read a line?

And what does it matter anyway?

I know how this will go

Even if I asked the questions

The answers would be no

Instead you just ignore me

Like you always do

I’ve come to expect this

It’s really nothing new

I just don’t think you get it

You’re really quite naïve

Maybe I’m the one that doesn’t

Is my heart easy to deceive?

So again I ask for what it’s worth

Why are we Facebook friends?

We like each other’s posts

And that is where it ends

When we do get the chance

To actually converse

You ignore me

Like I’m in another universe

I’ll never be your man

The one you come home to

The ring on your hand tells me

You don’t need someone new

But to be your friend

You know, a real friend

Instead of just an online pal

Like I’m just make-pretend

Because when we see each other

And are actually face-to-face

You don’t see I’m there

Like I’m in outer space

So why keep me on your page?

Am I just a number to you?

A status symbol for your ego

Tell me, is that true?

Why don’t I just unfriend you?

Would you even know?

Would it be the push I need

To finally let you go?

The hurt would be the same

No matter what your status

Because whether or not I can see your page

There will never be an “us”