Friend Zone

The friend zone
It is synonymous to the front yard
See you’re not permitted to cross the threshold
Claim the prize
And relish in the beauty.
You see that's why
He can't let me in the front door
Cuz he is steady staring out the window looking for someone else.
Seasons pass and I am still knocking
But in his mind time stopped tick tocking away
It’s still yesterday.
where futures were written in minds too beautiful to capture
soft skin met rough hands and i love you absolved all of lifes' demands.
He painted pictures
Swirling their fingerprints together to create a common life
Where he was the husband and she was the wife.
But the picture got stolen and torn to shreds
Has him all kinds of messed up in the head.
Waiting in window panes her picture in hand
While blood seeps through the knuckles on my hand left hand
I’m still knocking.
He’s still waiting
For sufficiency to transform to necessity
For wants to become needs
For his love to finally trigger the desired result
Them.
So how do I tell him?
How do I tell him that sufficiency never equates to necessity
And wants cant morph into needs
And my love too fails to trigger the desired result.
Us, We
So I keep knocking.
Leaving layers of myself on the uneven wood door
So that even in my absence he will know that I could love him more.
So how do I tell him?
So how do I tell him that since home is where the heart is, I can never call this friends zone home
I just don’t feel like I belong
So how do I tell him?
That I have the Jill Scott kind of love
You see my love is deeper tighter sweeter higher flyer
But how could he know this?
Cuz he won’t let me show it
So
I’m still knocking.
One hand turning his front door into a drum
The other rested gently on his arm
Listening to him talk about the girl in the picture.
Consoling his soul,
And playing that friend role
Too afraid to roll
The dice and take my chances
I’m still knocking
Stuck in the friend zone
Praying that he listens
To my heartbeat waning on his front door
Cuz this heart can’t take much more.