friend-zoned
friend-zoned listen on youtube or here her face lost its flavor and it’s allright i have no specific taste when she comes to me broken a butterfly’s flapping wings flair up every time she vents venting of a new pronounced dead heartache today it was at a quarter to four and I'm still overlooked i aim for the floor gathering crumbled comments and taboo’s held between layers of breaths pain and hectic days scrolled in her eyes stumbling words poured from a cotton mouth re-verbed into me in a lonely voice and sometimes migrating over the phone lines for my ears to absorb pieces of the puzzle connects slowly as i embrace her in one way but, it compels me into the dreaded friend-zone not exactly where i want to be a rampaging wheelchair warrior i am exhausted by her questions and where am i from all this? i comfort her with little white lies humming nursery rhymes of shoots an...