This wasn't supposed to happen.
She wasn't supposed to
(SHINEGLIMMERDAZZLE)
(at least not more than me)
She
S
U
R
P
A
S
S
E
D
(outshoneoutstrippedoutmatche d)
me.
I'm s-u-p-p-o-s-e-d to be
(SPARKLING TWINKLING BEAMING)
S
K
Y
E
She's not
supposed
(A&L&L&O&W&E&D)
to
O*U*T*S*H*I*N*E
me.
(At least not with Jeffrey, anyway.)
I hate her.
(Why? You let him get away.)
I hate that she stole him from me.
(Stole? You dumped him.)
And now
J&E&F&F&R&E&Y
is
S
T
O
L
E
N
He was taken
(But not taken, because he was never yours.)
{He was mine, remember?}
(But you let him get away.)
And now
Perfect (sparklingdazzlingcreativeima ginative)
J
A
N
E
gets the boy
while
Imperfect (tempestuousfierysensiblehott empered)
S
K
Y
E
is left with
N*O*O*N*E.
(But you have Piers and Tommy and Dominic
and all of your various
L^O^V^E^R^S.)
{Rosalind hasn't been able to look at me since I stole Tommy.}
+And Jane hates me for stealing Dominic.+
(But it fits, doesn't it?
You stole
D
O
M
I
N
I
C
and so she
stole
J
E
F
F
R
E
Y
and now you are truly
S&C&R&E&W&E&D)
Rosy can't look at me without cringing.
(You just had to go after Tommy, didn't you?)
{And Jane and Daddy and Batty won't talk to me since I stole Dominic}
(It serves you right.)
I thought
J
A
N
E
would
justgetoverit.
Because I ignored how
J
A
N
E
is
S
E
N
S
I
T
I
V
E
and then she retaliated by
S*T*E*A*L*I*N*G
J
E
F
F
R
E
Y.
(And it
H*U*R*T*S
to know that for
once,
J
A
N
E
has something that
you
don't.)
S
T
O
L
E
N
I'm not Jeanne Birdsall.
This is really AU. What the hell did I do to poor Skye? The idea just popped into my head one day.
This is one of my first attempts at free verse poetry, so please, no flames!