Friend Zone

early stage of the poem but I wanted to write something about the bullshit "friendzone" people say is real and how just because a man is nice, doesn't mean you have to date him or that he is a good gu

He always looks at me

Tall, awkward, creepy

Those steel toed boots

Never date a man with steel toed boots

Never date a man who stares

Sometimes he looks at me like he hates me

Sometimes he begs me for a chance

I have to be nice to him

Because he's nice to me

He’s always staring

It’s like he’s obsessed with me

It’s like he needs to know where I am

I told him after the first date it didn’t work out

I told him we could be friends, and I meant it

I thought we were friends for a while

Until the night I went over there

Until the night I can’t talk about

Until the night I have no idea what he did to me