I remember hearing
About the girl who
Got to call him hers
And just after she
Became his past
I remember a long bus trip
Seeing a different girl
Rest her head on his shoulder
He didn’t see the tears
Making a home of my eyes
Because he never turned around
❀
A year later and I found myself
Wishing my eyes looked more like
The blonde girl’s from his locker area
Who made him smile and
Brushed shoulders with him when
They walked together
My footsteps faltered as I made my way
Down the corridor behind them but
He still didn’t turn around for
He couldn’t hear the thoughts
That deafened me
❀
It felt like one day I
Was seeing them sit together
Like a scene from a movie and
The next he was telling me
About a different girl with
Dark hair and eyes the colour of mine
But a prettier shade
❀
He said her name like
It was honey and he was
Starving for it but I couldn’t help
Remember how he always said my name
Like it was lava flowing from the sun itself
And he was dying of cold
❀
But I watched him wrap
His arms around her and
Call out to her and weave her name
Into every conversation and I knew that
Whatever flowed between us
May be enough to kill me but
It would never be enough to
Make him choose me
❀
And I still define myself
As the girl who loved him
And the girl he didn’t love back
Instead of the person
Who survived it
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“60 seconds.” Aris tightened her grip on the overhead handhold. The troop transport shook like a leaf in a windstorm as it battled through the atmosphere. Dim lights flickered on and off as the ship’s systems were battered by pelting rain and narrowly dodged blasts from laser cannons on the surface of the planet.
By M. A. Mehan 6 days ago in Fiction
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The utter misery of the friend zone.