i.

I wonder
If I should write a love song
Or its opposite
For him

Because it wasn't love
Neither was it hate, really
I would be lying if I said
What I had with him
It was more than
pure friendship

I might have wished it was more-
Just so I could have been noticed.

ii.

He was... fun-
Amicable.
I enjoyed my time
with him.
It was easy to like him-
Platonically.

But my young mind
was confused and immature.
And they egged me on,
purposely blurring the lines
between friendship and relationship.
I began to wonder
'is this what they call
love?'

It was
the end of a friendship
and the start of twisted turmoil
inside.

iii.

I was telling my father
About seeing you
After months
Of sudden change.

You've been affected by it too,
It seems.

And you evoke disgust.

He said, the lesson is
'Your first choice is not
Ever the right one'