Red.

I was seeing red.
Rage,
Boiling,
Anger.

Red.

I was mad because he talked about us,
About me,
To someone else.

I was mad because we were exposed.

Not to a big crowd,
But still,
To people I don't know.
People I don't trust.

I trusted him,
Not much,
But there was a teeny-insy bit of trust in it.

Now there is nothing in it anymore.

Though we were nothing to each other,
But it still scares me,
Because I was scared of being stripped of my invisibility.

That I would be seen.

I was seen before,
Because of them,
And this last year,
I intended to be as small as possible,
As insignificant as a vermin.

Because I don't want people to remember me,
After graduation.

I want my sole existence,
To be vanished from their minds,
After we graduated.

Because Lord knows I'm cutting loose from them this last year.

But after calming myself down,
I realized he just wanted someone to know.

Someone to understand.
Someone to tell his feelings.

And I'm not a touchy-feely kinda person,
Yep.

I'm still seeing red right now,
But it kinds of blurry,
And I'm still mad,
But I understand it.

I do.

It doesn't matter that if it's a misunderstanding.

I have trust issue.

No matter who.

Because trust,

Is a fragile thing.

And I just don't trust him,

Nor anyone else anymore to hold my secrets.