Young Writers Society

Kindergarten and first grade they were the best of friends,
Up until grade seven, that’s when the trouble began.
She developed feelings but he didn’t feel the same way,
He said he loved her like a sister, nothing more than that.
Her heart broke, but she loved him still, she never tried to fight the will.

She watched while he moved from girl to girl,
still loving from afar, still feeling the whirl.
In high school he started flirting with her friend,
and all she wanted was for it to end.
She willed and waited for it to stop,
but soon they ended up fooling around like the whole lot.

At parties, like everyone else, they began to fool around,
leaving her there alone like she was a fallen pine cone on the ground.
They kissed, made out and even made love,
each time making her feel less like a beautiful dove.
Her friends comforted, saying he was a using jerk,
but nothing stopped her from going berserk.

Finally, after three months of watching her lover and friend unfold,
he told her friend it was over, he was being bold.
She supported him, even though her friend was in despair,
calling her names, never telling him to grow a pair.
After just one week he went after her, she let him chase
and he chased back too, not knowing what else to do.

It felt right to her, nothing weird about it all,
she was just following while he lured.
They went to a cabin, three girls, three boys,
they didn’t do anything, he held his poise.
Both were disappointed because of her drunken state,
but they didn’t have long to wait.

The next weekend, she invited people in,
when again the drinking would begin.
She told him before, no matter how much she drank
she still wanted to do stuff, one friend called her a skank.

The night came and as always she drank,
but this time she didn’t become so tanked.
He took her hand, and led her to her room,
and something definitely did bloom.
They laughed and kissed and even tried making love,
she felt he fit her just like a glove.

Her sister came home and walked in on them,
that was when she realized it should never had been.
He filled her head with false truth,
promising he wouldn’t give her the boot.
He said they were too close; he didn’t want to hurt her,
but her broken could not find cure.

She broke down and cried, her friend by her side.
He used her and she let him do it
because her heart for him was bigger than a baseball mitt.
Her lover did not love her, that’s the sad thing,
but she would have to get by without him.