We will never be just friends. 

 

We will never be just friends because I’m in love with you...like how my vessel of life loves the intake of gracious breeze embracing my body.

 

We will never be just friends because I truly hate you...like how humans hate the encounter of loved ones “blinking for an especially long period of time.”

 

We will never be just friends because you are an inept full of charms, how you can never just render the truth to me entirely.

 

We will never be just friends because you avoid conversations of importance to speak of how much you can’t wait for an upcoming get together or how much you enjoy your obsession of bed rest. We leave topics unopened like adults who obtain middle school records that display commendable achievement, but are never needed.    

 

We will never be just friends because every time we try, we are entrapped in our sentimental journey that had once been. 

 

We will never be just friends because even though the bond is so unyielding, we are completely different. 

 

So when we are left with not being friends, where do we appoint ourselves? We abate friends, and add a lonesome word...solitary. 

 

We become solitary friends. 

 

The ones that are unaware how to be friends, the ones that could never be friends, the ones that hate to be friends. The ones that do not know how to handle anything more than friendship. 

 

The ones that do not know how to handle each other.