You are me... but better
We were meant to be together
But then I see your other side
Then I see what you're really like
And then I gape, thinking it through
Because, pray tell, what has happened to you?

your words mean nothing
but it is the ice in your heart
that burns me

Bell rings
Walking, walking
Right on time
I see you

Phone dings
Texting, chatting
Bouncing hair curls
Unceasing smiles
Pealing laughs
I look away I
hate

Lunch now
What's food
What's in a name
What's in a food
Who cares
Phone rings

Across the table
There you are
Laughing, laughing, smiling, grinning
HATE
Hands are shaking
Breath is trembling
What is happening?
Knife is wobbling
*Now or never.