nobody wants to believe,

because all they do is grieve.

you wanted to be normal

you wanted to be accepted

but you were too blind to notice they already did (accept you for you)

you stopped wearing your glasses,

you stopped talking like a robot,

you stopped being the you inside

and you didn't even know it affected him just a

little bit

/

you started to wear short skirts

you started to ignore them

(especially him)

because you were scared of them really

you started to hang out with the evil ones

the queen bees, the populars

you destroyed your pigtails

the only thing you didn't stop

was looking at

him

/

you didn't noticed the disappointed looks

the sad looks

he gave you sometimes

you were scared that one day you'll

both look at each other

and feel something bad

but it happened

and you saw the longing look in his eyes

wishing you would come back

/

you cried into your pillow that night

you never cried really

you just felt this emotion consume your body

you thought about the ray of sunshine brunette

or the rebellious blonde

also the texas boy with green eyes

even the humorous black haired boy

you thought of him over and over

how you disappointed him

you felt a weight dragging your heart down

you felt guil-

/

you pulled on your short skirt for the fifth time today

you walked past them, your books tightly pressed against your chest

you closed your eyes, forcing the guil- tears to not come out

you can feel their eyes fixed on you

and you shuffle quickly around the corner

you can't help but let a tear escaped your eye

your first guilty tear

/

he grabbed your wrist one day

while you were passing by

your body felt fire, an electric feeling nagging at your skin

you turned to look into his blue orbs

and you felt that weight you felt that night

''smackle?'' he choked out, looking into your soul

like he could read you like an open book

which he did, he always did

it sounded foreign coming from him (your name)

like they were strangers meeting for the first time (sure felt like it),

a strand of brown hair fell to his forehead as he tighten his grip on your wrist

it didn't hurt though, what hurt was your chest

you looked at his facial expressions, it seems like he wanted to ask so

many questions

but didn't say another word

he pulled you into a hug

he held you like you were a fragile glass doll, if he slipped his fingers you'll fall and break

you did what you felt good at the moment

you cried

you cried into his chest, and he didn't mind

he didn't mind one bit

/

when you walked down the steps of the building

you could hear footsteps coming towards you

you turned around, and you looked at him

you looked at him and ran away

you didn't know what to do

but he knew

he knew everything

fin

A/N: This was my first GMW fanfiction, please don't hate me, aha. I've noticed there has been a lack of Smackle/Farkle fanfiction, and I was like, ''LET THERE BE FANFIC'' and boom. Plus I find them really cute. I just thought about Smackle changing everything about her, and Farkle wants her back to her old self. (Poetry is great heheh.) And criticism is allowed, I need to get better, really. Inspired By ''surface'' by ''tearstainednote''