You know how girls cry
When boys break their hearts?
There's a reason for it all.
Is it because of the words?
We cry because of the deathly silence
Of our fingers no longer pressing down
On those smooth, flat, plastic buttons
To form words,
Literate or otherwise.
We fake our smiles
All the while the boy is in the same room,
Our tears are our own,
As is our hearts,
But we put everything on the line,
Just to see him smile.
To make him happy,
even if it is for a day.
Even if we have just been played