(Literally sat down and typed this out...)
She gave away the secret.
She told him he was my crush.
I wanted her to keep it.
Now when he meets my eyes I blush.
Cheeks are red.
Heart is hammering.
I wasn't mistaken, wasn't misled.
Somewhere, others are yammering.
But in this closet, it's only us two.
This small room is full of me and you.
It should last.
It shouldn't end.
But afterwards, he told his friends.
I was just another girl he got alone.
I was just another girl to flirt with on the phone.
Whenever he was bored, when he had nothing to do.
I wasn't the first.
The first was you.
I met you the next day,
You told me the truth.
It hurt at first,
As you well knew.
Now we are friends,
Brought together by disappointment.
I hope this parade of girls with broken hopes ends.