Round and round

We keep going around in circles.

Endless do you like me and what should we talk about,

Endless pretending there is no tension in our texted phrases.

Never really understanding how we ended up here,

In this situation of never really telling the whole truth.

I play it cool because all we really are is friends,

And yet I try to pick about every word and every slight change of expression,

Because maybe I’m not the only one,

Who wishes we would get out of the endless loop.