➵cinco

my love,

from time to time now,

when the sun is high in the sky

yet the ice is jealous of the weather and how frostbitten it is,

you mumble a small: cherryberry, hey!

and little do you know, that does wonders to my day

but there is a light in your eyes that haunts me at night

and just as i began wondering what was the matter with you,

what was the lucky source of your contagious happiness,

you pass me a small paper in class and say:

please pass this to isabella, cherryberry,

and there is a nervousness in your eyes

that reminds me of the look in mine when i think about you

of course, you're in love with isabella.

she's breathtakingly beautiful, and she smiles all the time

and maybe that's why i dislike her so much

now, as the paper in my hands holds the matter of my heart

i have a choice;

get rid of the paper that has your feelings

or give it to her.

so i look at you and the decision is already made.

isabella? it's from austin.

she takes the paper and reads it.

a joy so fake plasters on her face and she nods

i say: so, austin. why so happy?

and i laugh a little, my heart warming at your blinding smile

she said yes. she'll go to a movie with me, you say.

i smile wider. way to go, austin.

thanks cherry, you say

and i wonder if lying to you right now would be a bad option,

but eh, i've lost too much already now.

i'm happy for you, i say and turn away,

fearing him to see the tear that had betrayed me

and splattered on my arm.