Typical of me

Fixed at Zero

You stand there, telling me to “keep it real”
Yet when I look at you
I see the very image of someone who knows
And doesn’t try to do the very thing
He tells other’s to do
A hypocrite
And I listen to every word this person
Whispers, mumbles, says
Just because I can’t take my eyes off of him

Of course, it’s such a cliché thing
The little sister falling for the big bro’s friend
Who’s so cool, so chill
In her eyes
Nothing he does can ever go wrong
And what a bad influence he is.

Then there’s the best friend
Who is also a guy
And always there for her
And in a moment of drunkenness
and mislead thoughts
he tells her he loves her
more than a friend

but she still feels drawn to the big brother’s
friend, so tall, so strong, so warm
that she ignores the pain
the agony of her best friend
she ignores his heartbreak
his concern for her
as she goes for the one who
never was there for her
makes fun of her
belittles her
and for what?
A kiss here, and hug there
And whispered lies filled with home