Just good friends

She lies to my face.
She says it’s been one hundred days
since she kissed a boy.
I dive in her eyes.
I clearly see the lies,
but I feel electricity travelling in my bones.

She sucks her bottom lip,
suggesting a distant dream.
I don’t know what’s going on in her mind,
but I’m rummaging for a sign.
Yesterday I saw her kissing
that boy everyone says is unworthy.

I know I must erase what I’ve seen
‘cause obviously she didn’t like it.
I try to interpret what she means,
but m-my mind is numb when her eyes look deep.
I’m terrified
‘cause we’re just good friends.

 

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