I still think I like her

Every memory that I conjures up are good ones

I remember that dash of happiness

When she turned to me for tutoring

But I also feel the devastation

As I receive that email

How she looked at me

That sharp piercing pain

embarrassment and hurt and humiliation

Am I a joke?

How she ducked

How she pointed

How she drain all my blood out of my heart

Why didn’t she say?

I printed every ounce of my courage onto the paper

And dashed out of there

Is that an apology?

Or a flimsy excuse from whom

Did everything went back?

I sit outside after the bell rang

She walked pass

Everything is going to be the same

Her beaming smille

Her gental justare

Her warm welcomes

Her grace, her figure, her hair, her face.

Why is my heart cold?

The sun burned, the heat scorched

My heart in permafrost

But my sensory intact

I decide that I can’t like her