Drowning in a whirlpool of self pity and confusion.
She’s tired of the games and blues.
In a game of vibes and fronts, his intentions
His kisses are equivalent to a one night stand.
Words are unclear, a moving controversy.
Caresses in the dark, lost in a trance after
midnight passion and cuddles like a brother.
His feelings are detached, his kisses almost surreal.
Her addiction turned to quiet affliction for an
indecisive male whose soul is trapped.
She resembles the woman of his dreams.
A fleeting beauty he caresses with one foot
outside the door. Keeping his options open.
A true friend and confidant she is.
His own Kleenex for every time a female
hurt or broke his heart.
A woman who sees through him and understands
the man that he is and she is always there for him.
Kissing her with the same affection but quick to call
her a friend.
Making love to her in haste, leaving her seething for more.
Regrets are made in throngs of passion.
Dragging her along in a game of confusion.
Creating a funeral match in her heart as he
juggles her with Joanne, Doryn, and Valerie.
Quick to introduce her as a friend when
he meets his other friends or family.
Playing the role of his “wing man” to parties
and events. Taking up the part of a caring
sister in front of his family and friends.
Placing her up on a shelf, putting her on a pedestal.
A convenient friend now marinated with benefits.
Embracing mind games. Toying with her emotions.
Signs misread to mean something more.
Words twisted to replicate different meanings.
His teasing is misleading.
His words are like misguided detours.
Emotions paralyzed in a pit.
She’s broken, confused and paranoid.
Giving love and playing house with a man
who only sees her as a friend.
The buzz of her phone at dusk, a clarion call
signaling the presence of a friend. Hooked to
his games, hope and faith never faltering.
She runs faster than an athlete to reach him.
She’s stuck in the friend-zone.