Pacing the halls, avoiding the calls, there she walks, oh, I love the way she shocks.

Shocks?

Shocks you say?

Yes I say, shocks me as she talks.

30, 8, 18, she would recite, the lock on her locker in her sight.

My stupidity had given me such a fee, with my stomach feeling a false sense of glee.

She would talk on and on, little did I know I was being played as a pawn.

A pawn?

A pawn you say?

Yes I say, a pawn all innocent and gay.

Leaving sweet hints here, making me believe love was there, no this is something I can no longer bear, no, bear no longer.

No, a simple no, is that so low?

Was this just a show, playing on and on so excruciatingly slow?

It would break my heart, yes, but she should've told me from the start.

No.

No?

No you say?

No, I say. No, it wasn't my stupidity and her naïveté. She didn't know I must agree, but look where I am don't you see?

My vision is all blurry, blurry so distinctly. 

I suppose it's no biggie, giving my heart blindly and so bluntly.

In the end I'm just another face interfering with her space. Tired of the chase, I'll leave without a trace.

Friends.

Friends I say.

Yes, she says. Friends, we'll stay friends and try to make amends, at least that's what she recommends.

Then she'll move on to make other friends, friends who'll become much more than friends. Boyfriends, girlfriends, my mind comprehends, that in the end it's on me of which this relationship depends.

But just seeing her with someone, someone other than me, I'd rather be busy.

Busy rather than empty with agony.