You agreed we could still be friends,
As you said it was over in front of the
Whole school during dismissal.
You ran at the sight of me after that.
Funny…thinking about it now,
I couldn’t cry. I wondered
What I did wrong.
Was I ugly? Was I fat?
I began eating healthier.
Was I not smart enough?
I got serious about my grades.
Was I not a nice person?
I started being kind to everyone I met.
Then I realized it wasn’t me.
I was the one negotiating date times,
The one calling to check on you,
The one that went to your church
Despite how uncomfortable it made me.
“Even thinking impure thoughts
Will land you a one-way ticket to Hell!”
Now, if only you’d follow your beliefs,
Instead of staring at me in AP Stat,
And trying to buy my attention
With unwanted whispers
Of sorry's and please forgive me's.
I’m not broken yet. Not even close.
I’m stronger than ever!
Why would you try to break
With a plastic spork?