Her. But, him too.

Her.

Her hair.

Her eyes.

I loved it.

I knew it was right.

When it started, I was unsure.

Then, as it progressed,

the farther I walked onto the plain field that was her,

I knew.

Later. She rarely talked.

There was no contact.

She looked she never even had interest.

So,

I had to relinquish in time.

I ran.

Then, like I was hit by a demon's fist.

I understood,

she may never look at me.

But, he,

he could me be mine.

No. No he can't. You are so selfish. 

I will hurt too many people.

Back off. Moron. Stop it.

My thoughts scream at me,

as I think all about him.

Only him.

The gaping hole in my chest.

Filling then, being ripped apart all over again.

There is no happy.

But, I can't help but to think that he will fix me.

That I will fix him.

That everything will turn out fine.

Every one would be happy,

and he would be mine.

Then, I wake up to my heart-crushing reality.

Reviews

[EJ's Horror]

Love is love as long as it's consensual. Well penned, I look forward to seeing more.

[Aesthetic Trash]

This is amazing. It really tugs at your heartstrings.