Remorse

When I was younger, I was

friends with her son

They moved a lot, especially after

The divorce

But we still made time to see each other

We grew apart but

Bubblegum pink lip gloss

You

Chatter in your sleep to

An invisible boyfriend

You stand in a group, fake smiles hastily plastered

Over blond hair

At the mall

Dear tormentor

Is this all i will ever become?

She had me whispered

As the moon waltzed through the sky

Your pretty object?

i labor through bright and dim