Friends

When you fall for someone, you don't really just want to be their friend.

I want to be your friend she says, as an innocent smile finds its way onto her perfectly crafted face, but all I hear is the emptiness, the malice, the anesthetic sensation in the word “friend”, echoing in my mind like a psychological horror movie. 

Oblivious to the fact that she just ripped my heart out, like a stage IV cancer, she continues to fill the space between us with romantic break-up clichés.

So I zone out, leave my mind hanging in a limbo as I drift in and out of consciousness and somewhere in between all these figures of speech, strings of inaudible whispers take the form of rejection.

“I want to be your friend”, she says as she tries to cushion the blow, sugarcoating the inevitable doom of our relationship.

I wonder why I even told her in the first place.
How dumb can one be? 4 years in High School, 4 years in College and 4 years in Medical School and I still know s**t about the human heart. 
To make matters worse, here I am silently agreeing with everything she says - nodding like a little child being brought down a peg.

I wan’t to be your friend she says, what the f**k do you want me to do with that?

I’m tired of waiting for something that will never happen

Reviews

[Pierre Aberrance]

Excellent piece!