What's Left Unsaid

There was that moment.
The awkward pause
where your heart drops
and you hope,
so desperately,
that they believe your smile.

"Oh, that's good."
My heartbeat slows down.
Success.
"For a moment..."
My stomach lurches...
"...I thought
you were going emo."
_{...and my heart falls through the floor.}

Everyone laughs,
and I laugh along.
I'm laughing along
just like everyone else.
Laughing so hard,
I might even cry.

They weren't supposed to know,
but they weren't supposed to laugh.

This is it.
The end.

After this,
I'm leaving the state.

And this is how I remember
our very last moments together:
Laughing at my accidental cuts
and how I'm not a cutter.

There's just one problem
with our last goodbye:
_{The cuts weren't,
and I was.}