Why don't I feel so bad
When I knew you the same?
Why am I still grieving you
And never grieved him?
Through the teasing and jokes
Was a sincere boy
Who considered me a friend.
And I have yet to grieve him?
Maybe it's the six months
That put me into a numb shock.
I couldn't finish grieving her,
And with the grieving add for you
And the stress of junior year.
For someone who continued to be so put together on the outside
I'm still more than broken on the inside.
-m.
