She, in her high heels,and I,as my warn out sneakers slap the floor.I think they left streaks.oh well,janitors must get bored.
She,laughs,perfectly wears that cute denim skirt.Manicured fingers grasp his slightly tense frame.I, pull my baggy sweatshirt over my faded jeans to hide my sadness.Its a hoodie kind of day.
As I put my hair up in a messy pony to start my work, she straightens it down as she finishes her paper.I tried to do that once....I looked like a dirty hippie.
He plays the game...eyes lock in the bleachers..she gets possesive...shit...she sits to the side,confetti circles glued to her fingers....They make jokes of my mother.I wonder if her mom has depression too.
When I go to the party I'm attached to the wall...She's attached to his lips....Oh well,they were always chapped anyways....lie... my hand drops the cup as they both start to shake...our gazes locked from the sound....was I always this sweaty?I can still taste cherries.His eyes are gone,I turn around.
Class....arguments....I have debates in my head,never out loud..Must avoid confrontation...she slaps his face at lunch for looking at me.
I played her way once,all the way to the end,look where it got me...but she always presses the restart button when she slips....why didnt I think of that?
Is all she is just hate? Or can she really care?I hate too,I feel it in my bones...But then it flys away...Are her planes of ignorance still there?
After all,who's to say what isnt alike,and whats really the same?Because at the end of the night God only knows he still whispers my name.
And I feel love too,I can feel it in my bones...it never flew away...and I wonder....did it ever catch her too?or does she just enjoy my bones breaking.....heart emojis are all over her feed with his name and my heart is gone.....gone with a bio time-date I will always read again and again...It sickens me.Refresh...refresh the page and my life because it is different.
It's 10:30 pm and my eyes strain to read my book....my phones rings,moms not home yet..."will be home tomorrow love you"....whats new.....her happiness comes in many different sizes,shapes and ethnicity...My phone rings....again...not mom...i know this number.....I still taste the cherries...was i always this sweaty..."Hello?...please....can we meet?She's just.....different"
