age: eleven
Audrey is alone,
and James is with Anjelique.
She wonders if he notices
as it had been a couple of weeks.
But then again why would he,
when he's so preoccupied
with the girl of his dreams
in his arms day and night?
Well, Audrey's exaggerating;
she wasn't really sure.
But if what she thought was happening
then this, she must endure.
For who knew what they're doing
without her by their side.
Once she'd already seen them,
and she had cried all night.
They were at the fair
and in the Ferris wheel;
as she did not have a partner
she was forced to play third wheel.
The cart screeched and lurched;
up and up they go,
Audrey could have fooled herself
thinking she was Juliette and he was Romeo.
They acted like she didn't exist;
and she was only hurt for the most part.
But the pain compared to when they had kissed
was like nothing to her aching heart.
Admittedly, it was an accident,
but what kind of excuse was that?
Their lips had touched and there was no mistaking
that she is has and she was had.
So it really was without a doubt
that James could not care less;
when his eyes are only for perfect Anjelique
and Audrey was just a mess.
And now Audrey is alone
and she will always be.
For what used to be a story of two
was now a story of 'me'.
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Triangles
PoetryAudrey likes James, James likes Anjelique. Audrey hates triangles, James loves obliques. copyright © eliza. april twenty-fifteen.