The Squad

We would go to the canteen

together in school when

a teacher's absent in our classroom.

We would hang out.

The five of us,

the nosiest,  yet the

smartest girls in the block

We'll talk endlessly,

as time passes by

from our sleeves.

Laughter fills the air

and bright endearing

smiles plastering our 

pretty faces.

Breathe in, we thought,

let's get wasted, 

as the light of kindness

kissed our pains away.

We don't care what

the others, who

despises us have to say.

It's going to be loud,

when we're together.

Spotlight will shine down on us

and sparks will fly.

We all know love,

we fall hard.

we care hard.

And we never view boys

are easy matters.

They're the one who gives

us the same endless 

stomachache of butterflies.

We're living live

differently, spending

every seconds to the core.

My best friend is a secret admirer

Tonight

I am reminded 

of my best friend

A nice, short,

happy young girl

with bright smiles that could light up

any dark days.

About her love,

one day, she fell in love

towards a boy.

It was love at first sight.

She could only feel him

through her eyes,

his figure,

radiating warmth 

towards her heart.

He was quite the popular one.

Lots of girls would 

take pictures.

A guy fond of soccer.

He'd have lots of secret admirers,

and that includes 

my best friend.

She told me how much

she wanted to know 

more about him.

Be friends with him.

I told her to try,

but she didn't want to.

I would sometimes

 stare at her,

when that boy

 she adores,

appears between 

our surroundings.

Her black orbs,

would follow his figure 

wherever he goes.

But never once,

I see a smile escape from 

her pink lips.

Instead, furrowing eyebrows

and pursed lips accompanied

her cream-skinned face.

I asked her again,

always full of curiosity,

I wonder,

if she ever cried for that boy.

And she answered.

"Not even once."

I was surprised,

how she managed to do that

I had to admit,

it was amazing of her,

to not cry over boys.

"You can love someone, but don't love them too much."

Is what she said to me.

And I came to realization,

perhaps that is how.

She was also strong to begin with,

she could cope with all the pain

even the ones I maybe never

knew about.

She lets herself get wasted,

by every air she breathes in.

Keep on smiling, my friend,

let the kindness of the sunshine

wash away your pain and throw

away all of your anvils off from

your shoulders.

If you have to move on, then move on.

May not be easy

as it seems,

but you will succeed.

For I wish you the best of luck.

My best friend,

she couldn't be anything more

than a secret admirer towards

that good-looking boy.

And that boy,

Every time I see him,

I mentally stated,

he will never know,

that someone just admired him

from far,

had real feelings for him,

inside her little heart.

Because for what she had,

it was pure love.

.

9:26 pm confession ...

There'll be times

when I couldn't stop thinking about you

missing you 

late at night at 3:00 am

I kept on wondering,

you there, so far away from me,

could you be thinking about me too?

Missing me too 

late at night at 3:00 am too.

We started off with an

unexpected meeting

that time, we were not so far away

barely embracing each other's hearts.

Manage to counter all your 

quick smart remarks

and in the end,

I fell first.

Head over heels for you.

But here's me saying,

"Do you feel the same as I do?"

I know I should've probably

hadn't done this.

Shouldn't have let myself fall free

But I felt happy

till my stomach gave off 

so many butterflies,

but it also brings scars to

the deepest parts of my heart,

and eye bags under my black orbs

sobbing between the words my mouth

couldn't make out.

But they were about you.

It struck me,

like a lightning bolt.

When I heard,

you like another girl

other than me.

But oh well.

What could I do?

I'm not yours to begin with,

We merely stay as close friends

And since it's all my fault,

so,

Can we go back to being strangers?

Or just stay like this?

Tell me, dear.

Because how we met now,

is different compared to yesterday,

and yesteryear.

We were more awkward,

confused with what words to say.

My eyes rarely meeting yours.

But I could feel yours on me.

And a smile will always escape my lips.

As we admire each other

in silence.

But sometimes,

I just felt,

like you don't want to talk to me.

Maybe never again.

So I let myself agree to the silence

Gave myself away to it.

We don't have to be in 

real relationship.

Just want you to confess

to my heart and body.

Don't you feel it too?

This small heart screaming

out your name in distress

crying while wishing

you were mine.