Lovely

I fell in love with my straight best friend. This is how it felt.

Where is that pesky line?

The one that faded the day I looked

In your eyes and saw,

Not a friend,

But my future.

The fateful day came and went,

But I had been changed.

It was like grappling for solid ground

In a desert full of only sand.

I couldn't hold onto you.

I thought, "Wait for tomorrow,

And it could go away," 

But who was I kidding 

When I had fallen off the edge?

It was like a drug.

My highs were unstoppable.

I was invincible.

My lows were like 

I had swallowed a rock.

It sat in my stomach 

and weighed my whole body down

     down

   

     down.

Could you blame me for the scars?

Could you blame me for wanting them to be deeper?

Every

Single

Time?

Could you blame me for wishing 

that I would get hit by a car?

Just so the pain would be less?

I don't think so.

She doesn't either.

Author's Note

I have already addressed my friend (we began talking again at the beginning of summer) and I no longer cut. Just FYI.

Reviews

[cilla]

Indeed, where is that pesky line? Love has a way of making all of those lines of personal judgment disappear. This is a well crafted poem from beginning to end as you beautifully describe the progression which transforms us without warning. Is love truly blind? Would we want it any other way?

I love the words you have written here ... this is very good and very thoughtful work.

[And She Sings]

Thank you so much!! :)