I gave my her my time and my attention
My willingness to suffer for her affection
Trying to build a relationship with foundation
Ended being stuck called Mr. Friendzone.
I helped her in ways you cant imagine
Ignored other girls for me to win
Her heart as the intention I bring
But left with a sad song to sing.
When she’s down I was there to hug
When she’s angry I became her punching bag
When she’s sad I shame myself for her laugh
Her happiness is more than enough.
When she talks about her crush I get jealous
She’s insensitive and sometimes oblivious
But hey I am a friend so I must ignore the pain
Though its hard and driving me insane.
Having the courage to tell how I feel
“I love you ” I said nervously
Her silence is all I see
She stood up and began to flee.
That night I received a text from her
“I’m sorry but I only liked you as a friend”
I couldn’t even grasp the pain I felt
Feels like I’m choking with my own belt.
As I walk and saw her with another man
“at least she’s happy with her the one”
As tears fell from my very own
Stuck in this prison called “Friendzone”
Poetry and Art Is Life 