Young Writers Society

Note: This is not based on personal experience nor is it a true story. 

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At the dark of night, so dark of a night

in my small, lonely room

I gaze at the screen of my phone.

So bright in such dark gloom

I wear a dress that is baby pink

With colorful zinnia flowers

It reminds me of when you and I

used to hang out in the garden for hours

I remember when I first saw it,

my face was filled with joy and laughter.

In your hands, on my birthday,

you knew it was my favorite color.

The dress was really expensive,

so why did you even buy it?

But only you remembered my birthday that day,

I instantly put it on and tried it. 

You were the only one who gave me a present,

it showed how much you cared.

And afterwards, I really much loved

the lingering kiss we shared. 

But now I've read the text from you

and I hate the dress so much.

As I read it, the world started spinning

I lost my sense of touch

"My dearest, sweetest Becca,

I really hope you don't mind,

I think it's time to drift apart,

our stars do not align. 

To say this as short as I can,

I have just met someone.

We have been hanging out for a while now, 

and my heart she has now won. 

I truly hope you believe me, 

but we were never meant to be. 

I think that our relationship

was not the right one for me. 

I hope that you'll understand,

I know that you are forgiving. 

So maybe we can remain friends!

Sincerely, Aaron Heaving."

As I read the words in my hand,

my heart fills with something strange. 

It's dark, dangerous, and chaotic,

and it's making me deranged. 

Anger, feel your anger,

The devil whispers in my ear. 

Let it fuel your heart and mind

only I can hear. 

No, don't let it take over!

A kind angel says to me

You'll lose control of your good self

And get rid of your sanity!

As angel and devil are fighting, 

a tear rolls down my cheek. 

Now I'm filled with great sadness,

and I now cannot speak

My heart aches so much, 

because of how much I loved you. 

How foolish was I to not speak up

because of her, I already knew. 

I had seen your texts to her

on your dreadful phone. 

When I read them with dismay,

sooner I wish I had known. 

"Be sure not to tell your girlfriend,

she won't be very happy."

"Don't worry my darling,

our secret is safe with me."

I wish that he could have heard

how much I cried that night. 

Because I really, truly believed

that our relationship was just right. 

I cry again now, 

as I read the horrible text.

But since I knew about the other girl, 

I wasn't completely perplexed.

But a teardrop falls from my face

and lands on a crack in my screen.

It flows down like a river, 

but not the nice kind that's sea green.

It's ice-cold, gray, and deep,

and it can swallow you whole. 

You'll become sadness, and not just be sad, 

and disappear into the black hole. 

But I will not succumb

to the darkness of the tears. 

I will not give it my energy

and I'll continue to turn my gears. 

If it means forgetting you, 

so be it, I'm done with this. 

Goodbye, I hope you have a good life, 

your face I will not miss.