(Literally sat down and typed this out...)

She gave away the secret.
She told him he was my crush.
I wanted her to keep it.
Now when he meets my eyes I blush.

Cheeks are red.
tim, trái tim is hammering.
I wasn't mistaken, wasn't misled.
Somewhere, others are yammering.

But in this closet, it's only us two.
This small room is full of me and you.
It should last.
It shouldn't end.

But afterwards, he told his friends.
I was just another girl he got alone.
I was just another girl to flirt with on the phone.
Whenever he was bored, when he had nothing to do.
I wasn't the first.
The first was you.

I met bạn the tiếp theo day,
bạn told me the truth.
It hurt at first,
As bạn well knew.

Now we are friends,
Brought together bởi disappointment.
I hope this parade of girls with broken hopes ends.
But it's likely he already made another appointment.

One thêm girl to hold and hug.
One thêm girl to wean off his drug.
One thêm girl to add to his list.
One thêm girl... I'm done with his shit.


(I... really don't know what prompted this...? But I did know a boy kind of like the one above a năm hoặc so ago. He'd be with another girl every other week, including my sister, which crossed the line. She was the "one thêm girl" and bởi that point I was done. I actually went up to him during lunch and punched him in the stomach. It was the best feeling ever. ^.^)