she needs to be left alone,

needs space needs to think,

away from the suffocating prescence of

you and your smiles and blushing cheeks when you talk about

the other girl,

she cant breath when you’re near,

and once the figment of your warmth leaves

she’s left only with the frigid reminder of who she is

and who she can’t be

she cant be your friend but she cant not

its tearing her in half, ripping up the seams and pulling her sinews apart

but what else can she do?

she smiles and nods and sits and stews in her silence

her thoughts running circles around the image of your face in her mind,

wondering how you could possibly see yourself any other way than how

she sees you

you are the only thing making her happy anymore

and you hold the power to take it all away

swipe the rug out from under her feet

and run from her fantasies of the love you could build,

the life you could live

she’d rather she’d have never met you, never felt this,

never envisioned of all you could be,

all that you cant

she wants needs dreams,

one way or another,

to find peace,

in your arms, wrapped in your sweatshirt

or lying alone in the cold sheets of her bed,

she needs to feel better, with or without you

but she cant get you out of her head

and its killing her

just let her go you dont know you couldnt know

but youre killing her