The Smile

He hurt me,
And he even makes me feel guilty now,
We seem to have gone above and beyond just misery,
He makes me feel like I’m not good enough for happiness,
For love,
For trust.
He chose nothing and now I have nothing.
Except, I was given a gift today,
And it made me happy for a fleeting moment.
It was a smile from a boy.
Hey, I might even like this boy,
But no, I can’t.
I can’t betray him, though he hurt me.
I try to run away but I just get pulled back,
I try to run to the smile,
But should I trust the smile?
It’s been so short a time, I don’t know I can trust anyone.
Especially not myself.
Besides, that smile has burnt before,
I’ve seen what a smile can do.
But no, I can’t blame the smile, it’s not the villain here.
It deserves all the happiness it can get,
A good smile for a good boy,
A sweet boy.
A boy who deserves better than a broken, guilty girl.
That smile is too good, too pure, too real.
Too charming and loved. And too deserving of love,
For the empty smiles I can return, and the empty heart I can give.
The smile is too true for me,
One of the Broken