My Itching Mask~

The itching's awful
when i meet you
at your parents door.
But i tap the skin into place
and button down my sleeves and collar
tight.
At the dinner table
your little brother
spots my left ear slipping
and says it must be love.
My skin turns red
And i have to hold my hair
just to keep from falling apart.
Without even noticing
you tell your brother
to shut up and eat.
With a spponful of oatmeal
suddenly my hand falls off
into a plate of milk, like a glove.
Your mind's on conversation,
but your mother smiles
as i slide my hand back on
and wipe it clean.
With a wink she says
I think we left you two alone.
We go to watch t.v.
but I am shedding patches of skin
with every step.
When we are alone,
you turn around and gasp,
and there fore I am, exposed
my heart beating against my rib cage.
My lungs straining for air.
I try to apologize
but in this naked state,
I must seem insincere.
You suggest I just
pick up my skin and leave.
Walking out the front door
with my armful of embarassment
I try to make apologies again.
And i think, hey, why don't we just go
see a movie?
But bitterly you answer,
why can't we just be friends?

Author's Note

A Published story~ Quite heartfelt for me, this actually happened...

Reviews

Very well written, a peculiar and unique way of portraying unrequited love. Good job