An Emotional Online Poem Against An Emotional Online Post

"Mixed signals are the worst signals" you say?
What if it was a signal misplaced?
Or what if being nice was a mistake?
My friendship was out there,
Not my love to take.
The Cross and the Crescent
Will never know one another.
So listen well afro-sistah:
Go cry to another.
Because I don't want nor desire
Your passion or fire.
Just a friend.
A friend is all I ask.
And ask I shall again:
Be my friend?
The love of your life is one out of billions,
But the friend of a lifetime could be right here.
So my Lady of the East,
Won't you smile at me please?
I'm not a hajj to the Rock,
But a lonely soul on this rock.
I shan't be your love nor your lover,
But I'll love you as a brother,
A fellow struggler in this short life.
Forgive me my deceptions.
Forgive me my sins.
Forgive me
My friend.

This "overflow of emotion" was born out of a fucked up situation started by chatting with an acquaintance on facebook two weeks ago. Two mind you. I gave her my phone number because I honestly couldn't type a response to a question she'd asked me. She won't stop with the texts afterwards. I am okay texting too. I do it a lot haha. I responded to her texts with the same amount of thought I put towards all texts from my friends, but I could sense the hinting in her voice when I spoke with and texted her. "New friend! Great!", I thought, but I knew what she wanted and I couldn't think of a way to deny her without losing a friend (which I HATE). Now, I'm reading this status (first line of poem) and am feeling so many things:

• Confusion: Because the only signal I wasn't sending was the 'I-want-a-romantic-relationship' signal.
• Anger: Because this is not at all how I wanted this relationship to end up and I know the shit-talking's probably already started.
• Anger (again): Because my frat big bro agreed with it, not realizing the situation smh. 

I know this was long. tldr if you want, but I just had to put my Degrassi aside when I saw this one and let it out in literature so I don't walk across the room and rip the dartboard from the wall. And it's my blog! About me! My very own public/private journal! awesome.

-S&T