Mask

Your mask is cracking, they're breaking, falling to the ground.  

Take off that mask, and who are you left with? 

Friendship.

Do you enter a friendship knowing that you have a chance of getting hurt?  Do you open up to someone, knowing tha they could stab you where it hurt the most?  Even unintentionally? 

You don't.

I wasn't asking for love, I wasn't asking for great kindness and sugar coated words.  I was... looking for answers.  Perhaps even friendship.  I honestly thought that whatever he said wouldn't hurt me, and even if it did, it would not break me down.  Evidently that isn't true. 

I knew from the beginning, maybe even the start, that I was very little to him.  An acquaintance, maybe even lucky enough to be called a friend.  I know that he would leave without looking back.  That's who he is.  But... just what the hell am I to him?  I honestly don't know why I am so hurt.  It was a mere comment.  I do not love him in a romantic kind of way, I would never.  

He's... made me cry two times in the two years I've known him.  The first time, I was happy.  Now, I'm hurt.  

Why are we humans so weak, once our initial barrier is down, we are left defenseless? 

Bang.

One fatal move, and it's over.