Looking up
Blood tinges her cheeks red.
Her thoughts
stop,
Still in her head.
Refusing to accept this
Chasing other guys around
in her
head
She opts to focus on all else--music, school, books--instead.
Talking to Him,
Her heart breaks.
She knows how He
And she
Were never fated to be.
Hurting herself more than He,
She helps Him try to become a
"we"
With another...
Trying as best as she could,
It all falls apart
Holding
everything together
In what she once thought was a non-existent
heart.
Beating faster and faster
Responding to the call
Of
hormones in her brain, her blood
Saying that He is all.
As soon as He sees His One, He turns around.
Her heart plummets to
the ground
As she realizes that she
Is no longer needed
Wanted
Thought of
In the mass of gray matter exchanging
electrical signals
That euphoria
Is gone.
To the side,
There is Another
Looking, waiting,
expecting
His One to turn around
And get away from Him.
His One lights up when Another is in sight
Basking in the glow
Of Him and Another
Paying attention to Her
While She
revels in attention.
She sits there, watching her book,
Afraid to move
Think
Talk
Laugh
Notice
Acting as if she jus' don't care
She smiles, teasing Him and His
One 'bout each other,
Discounting denials as both perk up when around
each other.
Talking to Him later, He slips references in
To how he may even
fall for her
After all, she is a friend,
And He always falls
for Girl Friends
Her heart stops.
Dizzy as can be
She keeps the
conversation going
Until
She realizes
That He may be
her One after all
And that His One may not be His One.
Full of hope, her heart begins to swell,
As she cheerfully goes
through her weekend,
Awaiting the return of Monday,
A day now
holding a delicious spell.
Day one, day two He did not return
Day three he came, albeit a bit
sick
Refusing to talk to her
He leaves her, quite miffed.
At night, she messages Him,
Exchanging little pleasantries
Laughing
Whining about mutual friends
Realizing how little
they have in common
Except everything...
She's been waiting
For months and months now
For something
to come of His torrid little affair.
Finally speaking up,
she tells him
Weaving how she feels
into the conversation and then bringing the point home
Circumlocution was her tool:
Her knew her to be a fool
Treating her coolly,
He backed off
Scared
Angry
Disgusted
Hurt
At her manipulation of Him.
Word went unspoken,
Still hanging in air
Her love for Him
grew,
Angering herself
Whilst His coolness froze
Anything once discerned as warm.
Love, once tepid, is best left alone.
The fires of life
Will soon fizzle
And
Freeze.
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