Prose

Galaxies

Nine

She threatened me with an exchange: my third trimester folder for my biggest secret. I chased her past you, knowing that you knew already. You knew. When I danced around with a poster board giraffe head, you knew. When I pulled a broken comb through my hair, you knew. When I complained about the relationship status of boys I'll have to see come September, you knew. You knew and you know and it haunts my soul at night when I think about what you think of it. I'm sorry that I fell for you without a warning and without an admittance. I apologize profusely that I try to get you to stare back at me. I'm sorry that I get little hints that maybe you may like me half as much as I love you. You stood and clapped. Can't that be enough? Why do you damn me into sitting back and watching me leave a fractured heart sitting silent next to me as I chase after you? Why am I forever damned to be stuck in the circle of hell that commands that I love you?

Why won't you give me the constant attention I so desperately crave?

June 9, 2014 3:49pm