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Last February, I asked you to be my valentine, You politely declined. You said you couldn't imagine us as anything but friends, Unable to comprehend. So I took your rejection, Shoved it down to save my heart. My head hung low as I processed the realization, Envy was right, I'm just not your type, It doesn't seem like I'm anybody's type. Flash forward to the beginning of junior year, "Hooray! You have a date!" I say, despite the pain, Hope it doesn't break apart. Months go by, and I hear the stories you tell. Every cute interaction makes my heart swell. At least you found someone to make you smile, I just wish that it were I. Selfish, I know, but I can't help this spineless wish. Out of the blue, last Monday morning, Or it could've been the one before. "It's done. We broke up." I note the tone of your voice. "This wasn't the way I wanted things to go. We were supposed to talk, then it exploded." I feel numb, as I swear I see a tear in your eye, As you fight every urge to break down and cry. You tell me all the icks you felt, I feel envious, despite myself. I don't believe I'd do the things or say the words he said, But it doesn't matter in the end, Because I'm just your friend. For some reason I don't understand, You keep in touch despite the drama in your hands. Wouldn't it be easier to block him and forget? Rather than continuously perpetuate it? But what do I know? Haven't felt love since...long ago, Where I listened to discontentment, Countless, constant, resentment, Till it drained me to the bone. And due to this, I guess, I'm scared to let anyone in too close, For fear that they'd hurt me, the one I care for the most. A constant cycle, a paradox filled with woes, I'm just a ghost... So I'll listen as you tell me how he texts you. As he tries to guilt you with his hurt. I wish you'd walk away, take time away, If I know you, you'll find someone better. While I wish, more than anything, I could be the one who brightens up those darkest days. I know my role, Your hand was never mine to hold, You told me clearly, a February ago, That I had been friend-zoned...
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Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
Friend-zoned
Last February, I asked you to be my valentine, You politely declined. You said you couldn't imagine us as anything but friends, Unable to comprehend. So I took your rejection, Shoved it down to save my heart. My head hung low as I processed the realization, Envy was right, I'm just not your type, It doesn't seem like I'm anybody's type. Flash forward to the beginning of junior year, "Hooray! You have a date!" I say, despite the pain, Hope it doesn't break apart. Months go by, and I hear the stories you tell. Every cute interaction makes my heart swell. At least you found someone to make you smile, I just wish that it were I. Selfish, I know, but I can't help this spineless wish. Out of the blue, last Monday morning, Or it could've been the one before. "It's done. We broke up." I note the tone of your voice. "This wasn't the way I wanted things to go. We were supposed to talk, then it exploded." I feel numb, as I swear I see a tear in your eye, As you fight every urge to break down and cry. You tell me all the icks you felt, I feel envious, despite myself. I don't believe I'd do the things or say the words he said, But it doesn't matter in the end, Because I'm just your friend. For some reason I don't understand, You keep in touch despite the drama in your hands. Wouldn't it be easier to block him and forget? Rather than continuously perpetuate it? But what do I know? Haven't felt love since...long ago, Where I listened to discontentment, Countless, constant, resentment, Till it drained me to the bone. And due to this, I guess, I'm scared to let anyone in too close, For fear that they'd hurt me, the one I care for the most. A constant cycle, a paradox filled with woes, I'm just a ghost... So I'll listen as you tell me how he texts you. As he tries to guilt you with his hurt. I wish you'd walk away, take time away, If I know you, you'll find someone better. While I wish, more than anything, I could be the one who brightens up those darkest days. I know my role, Your hand was never mine to hold, You told me clearly, a February ago, That I had been friend-zoned...
ReeceAE
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Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
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