M Y S T I F Y

Enigma

He is an enigma. He is my enigma.

He says it with every move he makes. One day, he's mad at me for not acknowledging his presence, the next he ignores me completely, and is annoyed when I say hi to him.

Life would be so much simpler if I didn't feel anything. It would even be funny. But I do . I think that's the worst part.

Or is it that my friends despise his very being? I mean, I love these girls to death, but can't they understand what he means to me? Can they just realize that just because he's a jock doesn't mean we couldn't up our friendship to the next level? But of course, we'll have to throw that slut of his out of the way...

I'm dragging myself by my heels, killing myself over everything. Someday, I'll lose it all. And the world will bare witness.

Will you help me when I fall?