friend-zoned

Her face lost its flavor and it's all alright

I have no specific taste when she comes to me broken

A butterfly's flapping wings flair up every time she vents

Venting of a new pronounced dead heartache

Today it was at a quarter to four and I'm still overlooked

I aim for the floor

Gathering crumbled comments and taboos

Held between layers of breaths

Pain and hectic days scrolled in her eyes

Stumbling words poured from a cotton mouth

Re-verbed into me in a lonely voice and sometimes