My mom has a snack for us,
as usual,
she doesn't notice that something is different,
you've been my friend for years,
we go up to my room,
i sit at my desk,
you sprawl out on my bed,
our snack goes uneaten today,
as you open up and start to talk,
about her,
how you saw her and him,
making out in the movie theater,
you asked her about it,
and she lied,
so you broke up with her,
my head is spinning,
"she's an idiot" i think to myself,
"that's horrible, i'm sorry" i say hugging you,
you shrug,
you find my journal and smile,
"you still have this?" you ask holding it up,
"put that down!!" i shriek,
i run over and take it and put in a drawer,
"wannago for a walk?" you ask,
"sure" i say smiling.
