she needs to be left alone,
needs space needs to think,
away from the suffocating prescence of
you and your smiles and blushing cheeks when you talk about
the other girl,
she cant breath when you’re near,
and once the figment of your warmth leaves
she’s left only with the frigid reminder of who she is
and who she can’t be
she cant be your friend but she cant not
its tearing her in half, ripping...
