I once friendzoned a boy.
A hetero extremely sexual boy.
A boy who claimed to love me.
Without ever having spoken to me.
He was sweet and I thought loyal.
I gave him my friendship and treasured what I thought his.
Until he told me he loved me and I declined.
His sadness was apparent and everyone blamed me
I owed him....me.
He was a nice guy.
We stayed what I thought friends until....
one night I kissed him in inebriation.
And I did indeed love him.
As a friend.
But apparently I owed him.....me.
When he met a girl who would give him everything he was owed
I was pushed aside and non existent
even though his friendship meant the world to me.
My heart broken.
My soul broken.
My trust broken
but that did not matter.
Because I OWED HIM....ME!!!!
I OWED HIM MY SEX
Regardless of what I felt....I owed him.