January [16] 2017 - just friends

what will be will be, like
burning embers stoked by every
unwarranted compliment.
waiting for one to stand close enough
while stroking your ego
to go up in your flames.
what will be, won't come
as easily as the words are to say.
The words are the same,
Despite the lips that speak them
or the ears that heed them,
they don the same meanings.
"I have to weigh my options
but if I approach middle ages
and none of my top picks stakes claims
then I'll see where you are
and we can try to be more than
just friends." 

Don't let me string you along.