My bestfriend thinks this is a myth,

-didn't really have the heart to tell her that it's real,

and that I've experienced it.

 

I mean,

I guess I kind of told her,

though, I just warped a bunch of pronouns together.

 

This past year,

revolved around me not being an important matter,

-to my desired significant other.

 

Then something sunk in,

-inadequacy;

note: this story won't have lack of veracity.

 

Death seriously didn't care for me at all.

The dude didn't want my love,

even when my effort was more than enough.

 

I tried everything to get close to him,

-kept leading me on,

promised to be with me before the crack of dawn.

 

What alot of crap.

 

He sees me as something less,

-like an acquaintance,

yet I'm deemed as nameless.

 

But I thought about it.

Maybe death loves me,

He knows I can obtain victory if I stay here and keep fighting.

 

Jealousy could be another factor.

He knows I could do better with life,

than the end result of my heart being puntured by a knife.

 

But,

someday we will be united together,

and the friendzoning will be a laughing matter.

 

If there is one thing I learned this past year-

death and I are great friendzone companions,

with an abundance of compassion.