Young Writers Society

     You used to hold me close and send a shiver up my spine, in hind sight I see that I could have never truly called you mine.

As the lazy summer days went on, we grew closer, your smile I began to see. I loved the way we bonded, the way our conversations floated by with ease. 

   Time continued to pass, slowly but surely, 

I got more serious, ready for a relationship. 

From the touch of your sweaty hand 

I knew that I would never be that sort of girl to you. 

I told myself that we could continue, 

through your problems we could make it through. 

I knew about the issues with your dad, 

How you felt as if love was an illusion, 

Something thar nobody could truly see.

I told myself that I could help, that we could make things well, 

but in secret, from your eyes, tears began to fall.

   Your texts became fewer and fewer,

in person we never talked, 

I tried, but it was never quite the same 

to my weak heart, I give the blame.

Eventually I became like a ghost, 

unseen, unheard, unknown.

It was not until then that I realized, 

I have lost the person that I care for the most. 

As the months went by, I dreamed of your coming.

After four or five, I finally decided to let go.

All of a sudden, my phone became aglow. 

It was from you, somebody I used to love and know.

 You asked if we could yet again be friends.

As we talked more and more, I began to smile 

once again, you were knocking on my heart's door. 

We walked through the hallways, talking about the past, I felt at home again, my hand slipped into a glove that used to be  the perfect fit. 

    I got comfortable as we talked about golf, horses, and pumpkin spice, I should have known that fate was being a little too kind. 

But, we know all too well that fate is cruel.

It wants to beat and cheat any hopeful heart.

I should have expected something to go wrong because I let you in. I should have known that someone like me could never be loved.

Stupidly, I let that little ounce of hope enter my heart. 

 You see, my phone buzzed again

this time from one of the girls. 

She told me her secrets, she swore that she liked you,

she said that she would like to date. 

In sadness, my heart became clouded with feelings of hatered.She talked about your jokes, how cute your smile is, all things I have seen and loved first hand. 

But you CHOSE to talk to me, 

it seems as if my love for you

has been tossed away into the sea. 

Unseen, unheard, unknown.

How can she not see how much you mean to me.

You say we can be friends, but beside me, your hand shakes, silently telling me that you want more.

 I do not want to let you go, 

but somehow my sad heart seems to know

that from my loving grip, you will slip, 

right into her arms.

Even though I know what will be next, 

I choose to pretend like I do not know, 

I can not let my tears go, 

slowly down my cheeks, 

the ones that you used to caress. 

She asks if I think you will like her dress,

her hair, her smile, 

I do not have the heart to tell her that I no longer care,

for I am the one who has loved you, 

longed for your smile, 

and I have given you my heart to hold for a while.

It will be interesting to see, 

if you let her get in the way of you and me, 

will I yet again become a ghost, 

or will you see that I am the one that you love most?