Friend
Friend.
Friend?
He called me his friend
And I don't know how to feel.
Rummaging in my backpack,
I stop for split moment.
Friend.
I'm a friendly person.
I've always wanted us to be "friends",
But in my head,
I'd always consider the fact
That I'm still only Kelli.
"Frienemies" should do.
But he called me his friend.
And I don't know how to feel.
Why can I recall us talking so much,
If we never really have conversations?
This relationship shouldn't be a "friendship".
Yet,
He called me his friend.
Is it bad that that's not enough?
That I can't be satisfied with the friend zone?
That even though I know this won't go anywhere
I'm still pinning on a stupid asshole
Who called me his friend?
Plot twist.
He only wanted my classwork answers.
