flawed souls

seven

her

and with the feeling of the sun
hitting my neck,
i walk back home,
holding my arms closer to my chest

the sound of a motorcycle comes closer
and at this point, i just want him to go away.

-

him

"lotus!" i stop the bike beside her,
yet she keeps walking away
i am angry, "stay! i want to talk to you!"

she shakes her head and i can see the faint
glimmer of tears on her cheeks
"fuck, lotus! c'mon!" i drop the bike and go after her,
forcing her to look at me.

her eyes are hazy and it infuriates me,
why is she so sensitive?
"what do you want?" she whispers.
"why are you mad?"

"you let them laugh at me. they called me a weirdo when i
tripped and fell because i'm clumsy and you laughed."

"and?"
she looks up at me, "i thought you were my friend."
i don't want to be her friend, but i guess i am.
"i'm so—"

"no. don't talk to me."
and she walks away.