The breaking point

Have you ever just had to know someone?

The breaking point

 

In my fifth grade class we all stared as the new kid walked in.

A tall boy with shaggy blonde hair and a to big sweatshirt.

And I thought to myself, “such an odd looking kid”

It was soon that I had an infatuation with him, and wanted to know everything about him.

Summer came and I didn’t see him.

Sixth and seventh grade past and I slowly forgot about him until the scary eighth grade year, the year we joined the high school.

As I sat in my English class, my favorite part of the day, and I see him.

I sit a row away but now I’m in aw.

He has only gotten taller and the sweatshirt fits a little better.

I knew in that moment I had to know everything about him and I wasn’t going to let him go.

It took a year of him and I being best friends.

At this point I’ve known I’ve loved him for a long time.

We talked like we were together and I was so ready to be, summer was coming soon and I knew he would make mine unforgettable.

I started writing again, page after page until I had made a book of 147 pages

 I couldn’t write when I was around him

But when he wasn’t around that was all I did, write about him

My hand would shake too much but that was okay, I didn’t mind,

I was so in love with this boy that I didn’t notice his name scribbled all about the page.

Time jump 10 months, we are fighting.

He’s talking crazy

I’m bawling

And it happens

Everything thing around me stops

My throat burns as I yell at him not to touch me.

I try and walk home but stumble and fall.

He carries me home and puts me to bed like a thousand times before.

He lies there, starring at me as I cry myself into a deep sleep

He’s touching my hair and moving it out of my face

The next morning I wake to find him gone.

I call him

We talk for a while before he has to go.

I am numb from all of it.

I don’t eat for 3 days

I don’t go to school for 1 day and a half

I don’t look at my phone

What I do is sleep

And sleep

And sleep

I know I was 15

I know he was one of my soul mates

But we don’t just have one

It’s been a few months now and I still find myself crying about it.

It’s hard to let go of someone you’ve had for so long.

It’s hard to lie to him when he starts dating one of your best friends

It still burns my throat to tell him I’m happy he’s with her, and I’m doing great.

He acts as if he doesn’t see me

He acts as if he never said he loves me

He acts like he hasn’t seen me f*****g naked.

 

I don’t act anymore.

Because I’ve finally reached the breaking point with him

I wont be around waiting for you

Have fun with the image of me in your head.

 

 

Author's Note

ignore grammer problems.