We used
to be friends.
What happened?
Why couldn't we
work anything out?
I miss seeing
your smiles and
I miss everything we had.
But now it's
so different.
Your words
cut
and sting.
Every
laugh is like
a slap across the face,
the pain of
that moment stays,
just like a five-fingered
bruise would.
I can't just
see your glares,
I feel them too.
However,
it was easier to feel you
shoving
me off the bleachers.

But you know what,

none of that
hurts nearly as much
as me, inside.
To think that
I trusted you, I tried
so hard to fix it.
So many laughs I had
shared with you. How I
almost
told you my secrets.
How you've tried to destroy
the only happiness
I've ever truly had, and
why?

I still
can't
answer that.