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...
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
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...
There's always college, right?💔
