Outside
She cracks a joke and laughs loudly. She pulls a punch and runs to hide before it is returned. She shares the drinks straight out from the bottle. She speeds with her car and swears when she's beaten. She does heavy labor and carries her own luggage. She flirts innocently and reddens when she's caught. She listens to their love stories and gives advice. She lends a shoulder to hang on to, and thinks with her head in the right direction. She hangs out in the cold and wind, and makes fun of those who shiver. She never makes a fuss, never compalins, and never asks for help. She's a guy's best buddy, and a girl's best friend.
Inside
She's hurting. A million thoughts running through her head, refusing to stop, refusing to be silenced. A hundred memories attack. Sometimes bittersweet but mostly bitter. She tries to make sense of anything but fails. She hears the voices and cracks a joke. They laugh and she thinks if only they knew. She punches him in the shoulder when he makes fun of her and runs to hide before he sees the tears glistening at the tip of her lashes. Tears of hurt and pain....tears of confusion.
Her heart bleeds with every mention of a name, with every lack of attention, with every pang of jealousy she feels. Her body shakes with every loss that she pretends is normal. She doesn't know or understand why she hides what is true. Why she conceals what is all her. Why she plays the role of the buddy and the friend.
Suddenly.......
She realizes why. Because she loves them too much to let them go. So she will always be their best buddy and best friend.
She cracks a joke and laughs loudly. She pulls a punch and runs to hide before it is returned. She shares the drinks straight out from the bottle. She speeds with her car and swears when she's beaten. She does heavy labor and carries her own luggage. She flirts innocently and reddens when she's caught. She listens to their love stories and gives advice. She lends a shoulder to hang on to, and thinks with her head in the right direction. She hangs out in the cold and wind, and makes fun of those who shiver. She never makes a fuss, never compalins, and never asks for help. She's a guy's best buddy, and a girl's best friend.
Inside
She's hurting. A million thoughts running through her head, refusing to stop, refusing to be silenced. A hundred memories attack. Sometimes bittersweet but mostly bitter. She tries to make sense of anything but fails. She hears the voices and cracks a joke. They laugh and she thinks if only they knew. She punches him in the shoulder when he makes fun of her and runs to hide before he sees the tears glistening at the tip of her lashes. Tears of hurt and pain....tears of confusion.
Her heart bleeds with every mention of a name, with every lack of attention, with every pang of jealousy she feels. Her body shakes with every loss that she pretends is normal. She doesn't know or understand why she hides what is true. Why she conceals what is all her. Why she plays the role of the buddy and the friend.
Suddenly.......
She realizes why. Because she loves them too much to let them go. So she will always be their best buddy and best friend.
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