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He said "where do you see yourself in a year?"
I wanted to say "well definitely not here"
But instead I smiled and I said "with my friends"
He laughed and gave me just a small grin
Its not easy to let him in
But yet I do
I cripple and fall
Alone in my fear
And from my eye slides a single wet tear
He tries to hold me steady
With words at the ready
But they fall to the ground
And my head starts to pound
"I don't want to be here" I'm ready to scream
But I promise him I'll stay so I don't seem mean
I see the hurt flash in his eyes
When he realizes that is probably all lies

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