My Silence is My Love,
I remember it so clearly, the giddiness and heartache.
The first time is meant to hurt, but this way I do not know.
Summer, I was going into seventh grade.
We were in a palace, I felt like a princess walking around.
But I was no princess, with my hair frizzy from the heat and clothes much too big for me
Then I was in awe; he seemed so care free and happy.
Messing with his friends laughing with no fear
I swear his eyes went a prettier shade of blue whenever he smiled.
I first I didn’t know what I was feeling; it was so new, so foreign.
Everything was new, even my dear friend.
She was bubbly, loved to talk.
Mostly about nonsense
We became quick friends, even though we were opposites.
She told me everything, even though we met only a few days before.
I told her nothing.
I had figured out my feelings for him.
But did not tell,
I was afraid of what my reality would say.
The happiness was my own I wanted nothing to destroy it.
We were alone, she was sharing her troubles.
She told me something that shattered everything.
She had like him since the beginning of school last year.
I stayed quiet.
I felt ashamed of my feelings.
That night I couldn’t sleep.
Her bed was only two away.
I felt something that I thought was love,
Though I’d never say it.
I asked her the next day,
Why’d she would share?
She laughed and said, “Because you’re so easy to open up to!”
I wanted to cry.
I wanted to beg her to forgive me.
I never said a thing.
She still doesn’t know.
I don’t want her to have my burdens.
When I’m in love,
I don’t want to share.
Keep the dirty hands of reality,
Away from the faint happiness
In my cold empty heart.
 Math Retard · Sat Jan 13, 2007 @ 04:18am · 2 Comments |
