Two Sides of the Story

she's doing nothing,
but laughing at his every move.
she holds his hands sometimes,
draws close to his ears, whisper,
and then they laugh together…

she's doing nothing,
but staring at them.
she's pissed off by her laughter.
she’s staring like crazy at her
laughing about the joke
intended for her kept chuckles…

then he’s hoping to hear those chuckles.
but she, pissed off, can’t even give a smirk.

if only she knew it was for her…

if only she knew it was not for her…