A genuine smile is hard to spot in an everlasting crowd of masks and frowns. Yet, there is a boy, who is growing into a man, who has a dimpled smile of genuine thoughts.
The crowd he sits with is unlike him; rambunctious, wild and daring. He is more reserved and shy, but something within him shines. I don’t know him that well, I think we’ve talked twice, but I’ve heard much about him and I wonder why.
I don’t wonder why everyone likes him, or why everyone says he is so kind. You can tell in his eyes that he is honest, and would only go out of his way to help others, not hurt. I don’t wonder why his friends are so concerned when he is upset, obviously someone so good would have people that care about him. I don’t even wonder why he sits so idly to himself, or why he’s always smiling with such bona fide care.
I wonder why he was, or still is, so sickly in parasitical love, with a girl who stamps her stiletto heel’s right through his heart, and pierces his eyes as she takes a shot and walks on by.
Many people don’t like her and it’s not hard to see why. Her laugh is cold, her looks are stone, and she hoards attention in little glittered boxes. She is loud and rude, obnoxious and cruel but the worst part is, she’s convinced she’s so smooth and cool.
And she’s got him convinced she’s a gift from our dear god when if the haze would pass, he would see she’s a curse from the devil. I’ve heard too many times the torture she’s put him through and I wonder why he doesn’t see he deserves someone so much better.
She will run to him forever, when she’s hurt, alone, or tired of being stubborn. Like a leech she will suck him dry of everything he has; mentally, emotionally, physically. She won’t stop until her selfish self has had her fill and when she’s back on her feet she will go, go running in the opposite direction of him.
Yet, after he is hollowed out and has nothing but tears and a harsh reality, he will smile his genuine smile. He will wait for her, back in the darkness of his mind, and let his thoughts of her collect like cobwebs till she returns. He will always love her, she will never love him, and there is some girl out there who is better for him.
I am afraid, they will never find each other and he will spend his life slaving away for the greedy parasite who will always leave him empty.
And we will sit here and wonder why.
You are on Real World, representing not only Maine, a place I grew up in during the summers, but your also representing the north so…
Why are you hitting on a girl who has a bf? Why are you lying to all the chicks you are meeting? Why do you act like your shy when you are just trying to get it in? Why are you pulling the same lines with each girl?
WHY DON’T YOU HAVE A CHIN?
Ladies, men up north are usually very gentlemen like, especially those from Boston.