5As I stare at you I can feel my blood boiling with anger. 3 seconds ago we were laughing our ass off and now I am probably causing a scene. The people around us can feel your tension. Your eyes plead for forgiveness but, my heart is cold, throbbing with anger that I'm releasing on my pencil. CRACK Damn, it broke.
That sound pierced my hears. Not the pencil breaking but, you putting me down in front of your friends. Just seconds ago you were about to hold my hand. Just when I started to think your gender was good again, when I began to give you an ounce of trust. You slit the life of what was being made. You murdered what I thought we had. I mean you liked me and I liked you. You helped me and I helped you. You didn't judge what I had done.
I really thought it was going to be this fairy tale that I wouldn't believe and now I don't. Those words, so cruel ,so heart breaking. Those words shattered my feelings for you. When I looked at you coldly, you told me that when I made that look to you it was worst then getting an ice-snowball thrown at your face. That you would suffer that fate millions of times so I wouldn't give you that look. I thought the time we spent, that little time, meant something. Something that was good enough that you could talk to me in front of your friends with out treating me like some kind of whore. I'm not like the other girls. I won't fuck you so I can be your friend. I rather kill myself than be a whore. You know walking up to you was hard enough. Then actually speaking, that took courage, courage that you obviously don't have. "Oh her, she's just a girl that wants to do me. Don't pay attention to her." Those .me. Seriously do you not have a heart? Your looks confuse me. I'm staring at you still. With all of this going through my head. There are three sides to this. One you are a fuckin messed up whore jerk. Two you thought your friends would not like that you actually like me. Three you actually think that I am. Either way you know I'm hurt. I eyes tell you want I don't want you to know. They have a mind of their own. They seek a shoulder to cry on while my heart seeks revenge. My soul aches when I see you. To know that you value others view more than your own shows you don't respect yourself. I was just a dumb girl to think you could make me happy with out takings it away.