I feel like I've been friend-zoned...
It shouldn't matter,
But it does.
I'm with someone...
But still you like me,
And I, you.
That's why it's so hard.
We both see it,
But look passed.
All the convos, jokes and innuendos
They don't make this easy,
Especially when you constantly repeat what I need to forget.
Time passed and things are changing...
I feel less friend-zoned,
And more like you're trying to make something of us
I'm not sure if I like this
I can't handle that now
I don't know how process it
I feel some sort of pressure
Even if there is none.
Like there's some expectation...
It's happening slowly before my eyes,
But at the same time it's too fast for me to keep up.
.....What am I getting myself into?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem