Acer Sacharrum

My friend, on New Year’s Eve, learned a new word.

I can't shake the feeling

That I'll never be one of them

Girls with lives made of honey and laughter,

Girls with someone who looks at them

Like they're laced with something unknown and magical,

I hate how you couldn't see

What you did to me. 

The way my heart shattered

When you were with him.

I wanted you to be with me,

And hold my hand in the halls. 

I was your first friend,

Last night, I left the basement light on.

The stairs creaked and my paper-thin pajamas

rustled as the sickly little bulb pulled me close.