And the next day
She waved at him
As he briefly paused
And watched her.
She has a big
Smile.
His words from
The night before
Echoed in her mind
As she watched him
Walk away.
'We can still be friends..'
He has said to
Her.
Her smile slowly dimming,
And tears cascading
Down her anxious face,
She also remembered
More of what he
Told her.
'.. friends, with benefits..'
She collapsed
On the ground,
Realizing he never
Thought they were
Really dating.

i used to be
afraid of death
isn't that funny
because now
i like killing myself
i like the feeling of
being torn apart by
other people's opinions
i beg them to tell the truth
even when i know
it's not what i want to hear
tell me
tell me you liked my hair longer
before i cut it short
tell me
tell me i'm too skinny
that i should put on some weight
tell me
tell me you're shocked
tell me i should know these basic things
i want the truth
not a sugar coating
and i don't exactly want it to hurt
but i'm starting to think
it is better than nothing