poemsplaining #2: into the friendzone

The concept of "friendzoning" is borne in on a peculiar secret

some truly sweet dudes cooked up and introduced over
an aching and lonely boner for a buddy of theirs
of the wrong persuasion (far as their concerns go):

She didn't want it. So,
I say "she," maybe technical he/or

most if (admittedly, #notall) of these
braying Eeyores complaining about
the long wait for tail
stuck in with a pin
like prick are males,

so they say it's worth
the weight as if they know.

Where expectations go a bit
less heavily,

trust me though, women
even especially those
gendersexually identified by themselves

as girls, (which must be
respected please) have a different
view

of friendship: as a non-punitive
unbullshitty move between those
who love each other's company

trusting the lack of easily
-available freely shared

nudity and sex benefits
wouldn't ruin it, but

let's not anyway okay? We can justly
still be friends

isn't that why we show up?
Ideally, but the pedestal view
from beneath you (thanks for
that parting shot, nice
sarcasm) is more beautiful

if

you don't mind the fantasy
he's sticking close to you

over, in the last-man-in
the world mentality

so natural to a dude
banking on it.

The "friendzone" doesn't exist
to be clear and truer than usual: the
"fakefriend zone" is what it is
and definitely where
it's not trying to be at, but
close. Close is sometimes no cigar
at all, as you know. Your call
Not his. He sits.

Waiting for ever so fucking what. You don't know
everything possible. Everyone deserves someone
right? Well who if not you could deserve

this guy? Exactly.

Nobody there but him, and you

not nearly dimly enough suspect
where he goes, protesting much too
loud goodbyes

to sneak out the back
door of his mind, to picture
you, just you - is that too much
to ask? Without all the clothes

he specifically compliments
you on. Please dude

it's not over nothing
you keep beating yourself up
to a close proximity to
a dream come oh so close

to true, biding his time
with a bet on the side
next to you, pretty much

all in! For the long
haul ass to this week's no limit
buy in, no bluff

all
just friendship Texas no
hold 'em partner
poker night. Apart from the
poker, oh

he says "just friendship" but trust
us, girls, he means "unjust
friendship" muttering under his
long-held breath,

which is something a woman
just can't understand. The true
value of friendship
if you're fair
is not the sharing of
a secret trust in pain
and knowing who is all
really there for you,

(typical woman
perspective) but sex!
with a woman involved
obviously
a truly just friend
who puts out
a friendly, welcoming
event for you!
not a girlfriend, grow up
the whole point of all the blah
blah
blah
you sit through
stuff is

an exchange of revealing
intimately personal views

and all that that
so clearly promised (implied) is lost
on her. She just sees your gaze

glazing over, all zoned out
what's a friend to do?

Fake it.

You know, 'til you
make it (preferred outcome)
or break it

ok, capisce
we're done