Just like Icarus I soared too close
to the sun and I got seared. Your soul cried out to mine, and like an idiot I
came running every time. Yet once by your side, it was as if I did not exist. You
saved your smiles and favors for others and your frowns for me. Each time I
would turn to leave, you would beg me to stay, only to once again play the same
charade.
I must admit I have a sick fascination
in wanting what I cannot have. At times taking pleasure in the acute pain you
caused me. However I have respect for myself, so I’ll wrap up my feelings for
you and place then neatly on the shelf. On a clear day in June many years from
now, I’ll take them down and dust them off; remembering with wonder how you made me feel. There
was once a time I would have gone begging to you on my knees. Begging you to
see me, begging you to love me. All for naught, your eyes were firmly ahead, it
never occurred to you to look to your side and see me standing there; gazing at
you with love and affection.
As for now, I stand here on the
outside looking in, as you take one lovelier then me by the hand. Smile at her
with warm eyes and soft lips. With pain and longing I will remember all the
times I would have just died for you to look at me that way. As I turn away, do
you ever look up with despair? I imagine not.
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