I sit in class and I cringe like the exorcist.
From the loss of friendship
and lack of neatness, smash goes my heart.
I ponder what he’s doing.
I wonder who he’s with.
I realize that nothing is the same,
that everything is different.
But it is the same.
People think I’m mentally deranged for pursuing him,
for looking at him and his brown hair,
for being around him when I know he knows I’m there.
But he doesn't look at me or talk to me.
He’s millions of light-years away.
Why?
Why does he do this to me?
He knows he’s breaking my heart.
I’m thinking he doesn't care anymore.
No.
I know he doesn't care.
But the question still remains;
How come?
I have an answer.
I failed.
I failed the mission I was supposed to fulfill;
Our Friendship.
The picture is black and white like an old soundless movie.