Friendzoned

I'm just trying to lasso in the last exasperated thought and put it into syllables, words, phrases, paragraphs, pages and pages and pages I could write about my love for you.

And maybe I don't know the meaning of being stoned, but when I first met you somebody threw a boulder at my heart.

You see when I think of you and me, I see you and me kissing in that tree during recess that everyone always talked about when we were younger.

When I think of you and me, I see me passing you a note in grade school; as time stands still for the second you take to write back.

Now we're in high school, and when I think of you and me..

I see you devastated by that jerk that shredded what was left of your heart into scraps, and me trying to pick up the pieces hoping it will be the last one.

Your complexion of beauty so drastically distorted by your personality of care, affection, love, and occasional sassy-ness; making you beyond what is beautiful.

You: spinning spinning spinning, so lost in the pandemonium of who kissed Joe, worrying about it and asking all your friends if they know?

JUST LET IT GO.

So I finally muster up the courage to tell you what's been on my mind all these years, and say..

"I just wanted to let you know how true your beauty is, and would like to know if you would.."

-But before I manage to say another word, you say, "Lets just be FRIENDS."