From strangers,
Who crossed paths when their parents had work.
To a senior,
Who came and brought something new.
To a fellow peer,
Who I admired their work.
To a close friend,
Who I could laugh and joke around with,
Sharing secrets with each other,
And inside jokes together.
But when a guy and a girl get too close,
The crowd goes wild.
Whispering lies,
Twisting the truth.
Making a whole world of make-believe,
To fit their wild fantasies.
A whole other campus thought we were dating,
A new teacher thought we grew up together,
My friends endlessly teasing me,
Shipping,
Saying we're such a good match.
Even a guy, scheming to get us together.
And me?
I'm so, so sick of it.
I'm sure he is too.
Friends,
Platonic,
Are those words not in your vocabulary?
I know sometimes they're joking,
Yet I'm afarid.
Afraid of how I'll twist my thoughts,
To fit their fantasies.
To make them happy.
To be the people pleaser I was.
Afraid my heart would let that guard down,
And like someone because of influence.
'Artificial', like we joked.
Yet I stay strong every day,
But the walls are slowly breaking.
Too many people think that way,
Too many people whispering words.
I protest,
React,
Laugh endlessly,
Falling off my chair in despair.
While him?
He just becomes stone-faced and cuts them off.
If only it were as easy as that...
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 7:24 PM UTC
From strangers,
Who crossed paths when their parents had work.
To a senior,
Who came and brought something new.
To a fellow peer,
Who I admired their work.
To a close friend,
Who I could laugh and joke around with,
Sharing secrets with each other,
And inside jokes together.
But when a guy and a girl get too close,
The crowd goes wild.
Whispering lies,
Twisting the truth.
Making a whole world of make-believe,
To fit their wild fantasies.
A whole other campus thought we were dating,
A new teacher thought we grew up together,
My friends endlessly teasing me,
Shipping,
Saying we're such a good match.
Even a guy, scheming to get us together.
And me?
I'm so, so sick of it.
I'm sure he is too.
Friends,
Platonic,
Are those words not in your vocabulary?
I know sometimes they're joking,
Yet I'm afarid.
Afraid of how I'll twist my thoughts,
To fit their fantasies.
To make them happy.
To be the people pleaser I was.
Afraid my heart would let that guard down,
And like someone because of influence.
'Artificial', like we joked.
Yet I stay strong every day,
But the walls are slowly breaking.
Too many people think that way,
Too many people whispering words.
I protest,
React,
Laugh endlessly,
Falling off my chair in despair.
While him?
He just becomes stone-faced and cuts them off.
If only it were as easy as that...
serriously,
this whole thing is getting out of hand.
sure, were close,
got chemistry,
but man....
friends only laaaaa
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