FriendZone

I thought we could be friends. Silly me. For thinking I could stoop low enough to scoop up something so precious and rare from my high horse, galloping full speed ahead into a dreamlike sunset that could only mean night was coming, thick and poisonous. Because you never stay just friends. You either become family or lovers or heaven forbid enemies and I didn’t know which of those could categorize you, so I faltered. And within that split second train wreckage you chose one path, I chose the wrong path, and we both attempted to autocorrect- swerving wildly in a valiant effort to end up going down the same road….instead lurching, squealing, into respective trees. And hoods smoking, engines exhausted, we punched the airbags and tried to excavate eachother; so we could wipe off the dust and dirt, and find once again some semblance of an acquaintanship. Note to self: There is no such lonely a place as the friend zone.