Naive.

I can finally feel the cold swifting across my face,
In a broken friendship I sure did hella shit,

My face so fragile- that my reflection is afraid to

reflect,

Hunched in front of the mirror, like I'm about to deflect,

I'm strong, I am,

I hear no enmity in my breathe,

Nor I need hostility..

My 'friend', ex friend I mean, are over I guess. But I'm good, I swear.

It's better for us to be like this. It's better than hating each other and talking behind eachothers back, right? Just got done 'texting' everything out wit her.

So, It's all gooooooooood.