done

By zazu

I see the smile linger on your face,
The glimmer in your eyes on the cusp of satisfaction,
As you run your fingers through wind swept-hair.
I know that you're not laughing with me,
You're laughing at me.
It tears me apart on the days I thought you were my friend.
But not today.
I take one last look at you, smirking.
I should be hurt, but I'm used to it.
Turning away, my figure fades into the sunset,
As I wordlessly tell you, that I am done.
 
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zazu

VT

20 years old

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