Weary [PJM]

having

am i dreaming?

a day passed,

and right before the class starts,

a miracle is happening.

here you are,

standing in front of me.

you're being too shy that you kept your eyes on the floor,

maybe that's why i find you cute.

people are looking at us,

chattering.

some are jealous,

some find it funny,

and some find it strange.

yet im happy.

you shyly give me a pink folded paper,

perhaps are you giving me a love letter?

but then my high hopes went down once i heard your voice.

"it's from my friend, please kindly read it." you only muttered,

but i intently listened in every word you spoke.

"from your friend?" I asked,

and you nodded.

liar.

"im begging you, please date her after school." you said, "she's a good person."

"a good person?" i asked,

and you nodded.

liar.

you bowed your head in dignity,

before walking away from me, again.

i tighten my fists as i crumple this piece of paper.

i want to walk towards you,

to chase after you,

to talk to you,

but i don't have courage,

just why are you letting them treat you like this?