Shattered glass on the floor, makes my feet bleed.

I am not going to wait around on faulty friendships and cracked conversations. Waiting for you to take the "I miss you's" to the "Let's be friends again" to the "You make me smile's" is like waiting around for the sun to meet with the moon in the sky.

It's 12 A.M. and I'm up thinking of the secrets we used to confide in each other. You're the antidote to cure the poison in my veins. You're the same one who poisoned me in the first place. Quick glances vs. Long stares - we're better off watching each other from the corner of our eyes. We're not meant to meet face to face, eye to eye.

Eye for an eye, heart for a heart. My trade is off because my heart is made of plastic. I traded that in a long time ago when I realized I wouldn't need it. Hate for hate, love for love. My shiny plastic heart keeps me safe at night, but not warm. Shivering in the cold, same position I laid in when I was smaller than your pinky tip. Comfort for comfort, warmth for warmth.

Looking through the glass, we're on opposite ends of the track. I scream, but you only see lips moving. Are my words getting through? They were lost in translation. We must speak different dialects. That's why I'm always waiting. Waiting for you. Just like the spring waits on ice melting on the lakes. Daring boys walk across it, cracking it from every move they make. They're not courageous, just injudicious.

I am not going to wait around on faulty friendships and cracked conversations. Waiting for you to take the "I miss you's" to the "Let's be friends again" to the "You make me smile's" is like waiting around for the vampires to wake underneath the sun.