“He’s mesmerized by you
By your smile
And your eyes
And the way you sigh when you’re bored
The way you laugh and try to be silly
The way you hug him tightly at night when it’s a bit chilly
He loves these things and more
He dreams about you
He talks to strangers about you
His heart leaps with joy at the chime of your name
And he has no clue if you feel the same
Spent days agonizing in pain
Wondering, should I talk to her?
Should I look at her?
“Oh just look at her.”
She has no interest in what he has to say
She doesn’t feel the same
Her mind is somewhere else
Her heart is somewhere else
She doesn’t want to be rude, but how can she tell him the truth?
How can she tell him, she doesn’t like him?
How can she tell him without making him cry, without breaking him?
She’s broken so many more before him but, she’s never meant any harm
She’s broken herself too
She can’t pretend, it makes things worse
It makes things become brutally beaten and shattered
She doesn’t want that
And she can see it in his eyes that he doesn’t deserve that
But, saying the truth is always better than pretending
In the end, that’s what she will do.”
—S.C.
