Boys flock to her dark lashes and painted cheeks
They want a taste of her cherry red lips
To run their hands through her soft chocolate hair
They want access to the buttons on her clothing
Wrapping around her perfect curves no longer

She wants only the kindness that comes with lust.
Only the fake smiles following her jokes.
Kisses are nice.
Friends are better.

But the again.how would she know?
never had any of those.
always got a boyfriend.
Never had a real friend.

Telling people how she feels
Has never helped.
"look at all the people that surround you"
there are no eyes meeting hers.
they aim towards her hips and torso.
her lips.
these are my friends?

she wonders if anybody enjoys her company