The Friend Zone

I do not ever dare lie next to him,

Unsure of the events to soon follow.

My feelings, I am sure, are of pure whim,

My heart for him is nothing but hollow.

Yet he makes me genuinely smile,

And my laughter derives from purest joys.

Not having known him for a long while,

He still knows me more than most other boys.

Then why do I pull back when he is near?

Why can’t I picture us together?

My judgments overtaken by this fear,

Am I doomed to feel this forever?

I listen to my head and not my heart:

“Better to be romantically apart!”