Friendzone Poem by Matthew Holloway

It is cruel, almost mocking
The daily battle against this emotion
The feeling unrelenting twists
Barbs of broken dreams into the soul
Each solitary moment pains
Tears, they have stopped falling
As though numb, nullified now
By what appears never to be
Yet the heart is loving, wanting
And love is found waiting
For that opportune moment
To play out it's ideal scene
Act one of the play begins
By departing this place
We have found ourselves in