he spoke to me
the new boy
lets call him mark
thats not his name
i asked him if i was annoying
since i found the need to say hi and smile every time i saw him
he looked me in the eyes and said no
and he smiled
he has dimples, theyre huge
i wish he'd smile more often
he seems less broken when he does
we're all broken in some way
when im with him i feel like im floating
with you i feel trapped
i keep trying to convince myself that i dont like you anymore
but youre always on my mind
youre stuck in my thoughts and it's painful
you caught my eye in the hall the other day
i was talking to mark
you looked sad
are you okay?
im not thanks for asking not like you care
YOU ARE READING
story of our life
Short Storyi remember the times we used to be friends but those days are over and you dont remember me
