What was his name?
I saw him standing there.
He glanced in my direction and smiled.
My heart skipped a beat, until I realized it was for the girl behind me.
The said heart shattered.
I would never be his.
I would never have him, feel him or have him look at me in that special
way.
We weren't supposed to be.
Too different for words.
He loved another as I loved for him.
And the girl?
In love with him.
I was an outcast, the third wheel between the two.
I could stop the lovers.
But how?
I wasn't as evil as it seemed.
I wore a mask, had a shield and an icy personality.
But it wasn't me.
Love wasn't for me.
It leaves you broke, weak, vulnerable.
Words I would never want to describe me.
They deserve each other even if it left me hurt.
He would never be happy with me anyway.
She could make him happy.
The love they shared hurt me ever more.
Love wasn't for me.
The pain and loss cuts deeper than a knife.
But the joy of it is incredible.
It's like being in a room that's spinning, spinning out of control but
feels natural.
I regret not having him.
I will always want him and me as more than friends but it's impossible.
He's in love with her as is she.
Their bond is wonderful.
But sickening.
When I see them hand in hand it hurts.
When I hear them whisper comforting sweet-nothings to each other it hurts.
Just having them near each other hurts.
I try to ignore them.
But they seem to follow me around, displaying their love for the whole
world to see.
Life was teasing me.
Giving and showing forbidden fruits that were never to be eaten.
How do you have a guy that doesn't see you as more than a friend?
Was it some cruel unfair joke?
My first love was taken by someone else.
We never had a chance.
But that was my luck.
Can't love or be loved.
People whisper behind my back about my inabilities.
He shoes no attention to defend me.
We're not meant to be nor will we be.
He and her have a future planned unlike me.
I'm stuck in the past.
I'm not supposed to have a devoted, trustworthy guy.
I'm supposed to be alone as always.
I walk away from their meaningful gaze and I shudder.
Sadness fills my heart and eyes.
Tears were going to roll down my face if I didn't do something.
I ran faster, faster until the school was a blur.
My head got heavier with emotions.
I leaned on the wall and my watery eyes gave way to my overburden feelings.
The betrayal I felt stabbed at me.
But why?
Why would it hurt me if we were never together?
Love was a stupid thing.
It was like strings were holding my heart and whenever I felt, saw, heard
him they were pulled.
The pain hurts.
The loniness hurts.
Despair, depression, and frustration kicked in.
I had been stupid to fall for him.
He was taken and that was that.
Only my heart wouldn't let go no matter how hard I tried.
I just wanted love and for life to be fair for once.
But it didn't happen.
I turned to leave and couldn't stop the freely flowing tears.
I saw them together again.
This time kissing.
My heart couldn't take this.
I couldn't take this.
I turned on my heel.
I vowed to never go through that again.
I bumped into someone.
My heart fluttered at the touch of his arms catching me.
The warmth rekindled inside me and it spread.
My ice cold heart melted at just one touch.
On my sleeve must have been my heart.
He looked concerned and he has just met me.
The thoughts, hurt, and stabbing pain caused by my first love seemed to
vanished.
His eyes stared into mine and for a brief second he looked into my soul
right through my shield.
But how?
He lifted me up and brought me up to his chest.
I couldn't look into his eyes I was going to blush.
I felt his warm breath on my face and nothing comforted me more.
My head was spinning.
My breaths were in short gasps.
My heart did back flips.
I was confused.
How can you fall for someone at first glance and not know their name?
The clouds surrounding my mind lifted and I saw him clearly.
He smiled.
I did too although I normally didn't.
He had an effect on me.
He bowed and walked off.
I looked at his retreating form and knew then my first love was done and
over.
No more pain, only happiness.
I felt my cheeks....they were burning.
They burned more when I realized what he did to me.
He made me blush.
Now what was his name?
An: In all honesty I wrote this after I had an experience like this back a
few months ago. I found it again when I posted my first poem/story thing on
here and I thought it sounded a lot like the Jean-Scott-Rogue-Gambit
quadrilateral. It's supposed to be a poem, but it doesn't rhyme, it only
has powerful wording to make you see how I was feeling if that makes any
sense.
Now I am going to take advice from Lady F, and Anamaniax. I am going to
continue like suggested by both but I'm gonna go about with the different
poems like Lady F wanted but the next poem will center around this one in
Remy's point of view like Anamaniax wanted to see. Hopefully everyone likes
this and will give me some feedback for I am a writer (just humor me) not a
poet. Thanks again to all the people reviewing and inflating my ego...a
dangerous thing.
Much love
Peace215
I saw him standing there.
He glanced in my direction and smiled.
My heart skipped a beat, until I realized it was for the girl behind me.
The said heart shattered.
I would never be his.
I would never have him, feel him or have him look at me in that special
way.
We weren't supposed to be.
Too different for words.
He loved another as I loved for him.
And the girl?
In love with him.
I was an outcast, the third wheel between the two.
I could stop the lovers.
But how?
I wasn't as evil as it seemed.
I wore a mask, had a shield and an icy personality.
But it wasn't me.
Love wasn't for me.
It leaves you broke, weak, vulnerable.
Words I would never want to describe me.
They deserve each other even if it left me hurt.
He would never be happy with me anyway.
She could make him happy.
The love they shared hurt me ever more.
Love wasn't for me.
The pain and loss cuts deeper than a knife.
But the joy of it is incredible.
It's like being in a room that's spinning, spinning out of control but
feels natural.
I regret not having him.
I will always want him and me as more than friends but it's impossible.
He's in love with her as is she.
Their bond is wonderful.
But sickening.
When I see them hand in hand it hurts.
When I hear them whisper comforting sweet-nothings to each other it hurts.
Just having them near each other hurts.
I try to ignore them.
But they seem to follow me around, displaying their love for the whole
world to see.
Life was teasing me.
Giving and showing forbidden fruits that were never to be eaten.
How do you have a guy that doesn't see you as more than a friend?
Was it some cruel unfair joke?
My first love was taken by someone else.
We never had a chance.
But that was my luck.
Can't love or be loved.
People whisper behind my back about my inabilities.
He shoes no attention to defend me.
We're not meant to be nor will we be.
He and her have a future planned unlike me.
I'm stuck in the past.
I'm not supposed to have a devoted, trustworthy guy.
I'm supposed to be alone as always.
I walk away from their meaningful gaze and I shudder.
Sadness fills my heart and eyes.
Tears were going to roll down my face if I didn't do something.
I ran faster, faster until the school was a blur.
My head got heavier with emotions.
I leaned on the wall and my watery eyes gave way to my overburden feelings.
The betrayal I felt stabbed at me.
But why?
Why would it hurt me if we were never together?
Love was a stupid thing.
It was like strings were holding my heart and whenever I felt, saw, heard
him they were pulled.
The pain hurts.
The loniness hurts.
Despair, depression, and frustration kicked in.
I had been stupid to fall for him.
He was taken and that was that.
Only my heart wouldn't let go no matter how hard I tried.
I just wanted love and for life to be fair for once.
But it didn't happen.
I turned to leave and couldn't stop the freely flowing tears.
I saw them together again.
This time kissing.
My heart couldn't take this.
I couldn't take this.
I turned on my heel.
I vowed to never go through that again.
I bumped into someone.
My heart fluttered at the touch of his arms catching me.
The warmth rekindled inside me and it spread.
My ice cold heart melted at just one touch.
On my sleeve must have been my heart.
He looked concerned and he has just met me.
The thoughts, hurt, and stabbing pain caused by my first love seemed to
vanished.
His eyes stared into mine and for a brief second he looked into my soul
right through my shield.
But how?
He lifted me up and brought me up to his chest.
I couldn't look into his eyes I was going to blush.
I felt his warm breath on my face and nothing comforted me more.
My head was spinning.
My breaths were in short gasps.
My heart did back flips.
I was confused.
How can you fall for someone at first glance and not know their name?
The clouds surrounding my mind lifted and I saw him clearly.
He smiled.
I did too although I normally didn't.
He had an effect on me.
He bowed and walked off.
I looked at his retreating form and knew then my first love was done and
over.
No more pain, only happiness.
I felt my cheeks....they were burning.
They burned more when I realized what he did to me.
He made me blush.
Now what was his name?
An: In all honesty I wrote this after I had an experience like this back a
few months ago. I found it again when I posted my first poem/story thing on
here and I thought it sounded a lot like the Jean-Scott-Rogue-Gambit
quadrilateral. It's supposed to be a poem, but it doesn't rhyme, it only
has powerful wording to make you see how I was feeling if that makes any
sense.
Now I am going to take advice from Lady F, and Anamaniax. I am going to
continue like suggested by both but I'm gonna go about with the different
poems like Lady F wanted but the next poem will center around this one in
Remy's point of view like Anamaniax wanted to see. Hopefully everyone likes
this and will give me some feedback for I am a writer (just humor me) not a
poet. Thanks again to all the people reviewing and inflating my ego...a
dangerous thing.
Much love
Peace215