Unveiled

what was left?

I was asked to tell you,
you have to be at the small tile room sprayed with orange smelling aerosols

and have to find you in a corner eating tons of popcorn with some of your coal-sketching,motorcycle-driving-without-license fifteen year-old friends

damn,this ain't helping,
with you being around and me with words i need to say,though
i was able to utter a pathetic "hello"
and they look at me like i've grown leaves in my head and roots in my feet

i didn't wait for any reply,
and told you exact words from the tongue of that kind old teacher at the room
you stood,faced me and told me to acompany you
which i did for no reason,
perhaps i need to?
or i wanted to? the answer didn't matter thank goodness

so i walk you towards that office
and saw kids stare at us wonder and disgusts at their faces
you are too cool, i think
and probably not for
anyone trashy like me

wonder if you felt the strange silence occuring when we're together
and wonder if you ponder why,
Was it you or was it me?

i grew tired of letting you hurt me with you not even having the slightest clue 'bout it

now i felt some twinge and loved it.
loved it in the sense that it's starting to faint from flames of hurt,
this twinge was all that was left from what i felt for you,
a feeling quite disturbing but terribly amazing,
a feeling next to love.

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this gets worse,ugh