Friends With Benefits

Can love truly be walled
Does it really matter what a relationship is called
Even if we deny the word for fear of rejection
I think what is really happening is called protection

So, you have given what you have away
Do you really think he is gonna stay?
You love him but you cannot say it aloud
Your introduced as a friend when he is with the crowd

A friend, really? Is that all it is?
Is this what you imagined before your first kiss
When you dreamed of love and being swept off your feet
He can sleep with someone else and he is not even a cheat

And so love dwells deep within your heart
Are you truly close or are you really worlds apart
Is he there for the benefits and that's all he really wants
And dreams of relationships are nothing more than taunts

And so love is real and it can never be walled
No matter if your "only" a friend and that's all your ever called
This is not your destiny you are called to something higher
A commitment, a promise, a ring, is what you should require

by Frank McEleny

Comments (5)

This poem saves me from 25 years of selling wine as a wholesaler, when I was, I am, really a poet who drinks in the beauty that is even now, still renewed within me, that blesses me, and releases me from the mundane work of commerce with no Love inside!
You know he's dead right?
Very nice layout of words
Neruda has such a unique ability to infuse the everyday with an almost ritual-like sacredness. This poem evokes all of the richness of earth's abundance and reminds us that our food and drink are the distilled essences of the goodness of life.
the poem flows like a glass of wine to its very last dropp and mersmerising. good workpablo. keep it up.