Awkward

Aren't break-ups always horrible?

That moment in
the hallways

when I give a
really big laugh

and the happiness shines
in my eyes,

and then you
walk by

Everything goes
silent

Our eyes
meet,

and the tension is
held in our
gaze

The world stops
for a
moment

I feel
guilt

It must be
torture for
you

seeing me
like this;

happy, with not a
care in the
world

I'm
sorry

You don't
realize

I
care

Yet in a way
that's okay

I don't think
we could
handle

being friends

It would be
too

awkward