Reaching for you
Is like reaching for the sun at night.
Far away, untouchable. Gone.
Coughing up marigolds all day,
I watch.
He leans into you,
You laugh. A hand on his shoulder,
Another resting on your cheek.
How much I wish that was me.
That look of unconcealed admiration,
I hate it.
Back in school again,
I can't help but yearn.
Draining me of all I have,
I can't help but find myself glancing at you.
Unconsciously smiling, a habit.
Days tick past, and I hear
the footsteps of death.
Knock, Knock.
Who's there?
Oh, it's just you.
I smile as I let you in.
How long has it been?
You seemed nervous, eyes darting.
I hear a horn outside.
Oh, it's your friends again, laughing away.
I took a step back, cowering.
You opened your mouth,
Silence.
Are they laughing at me?
You look away, disappointed.
Turned around and disappeared,
never to be seen again.
The flowers have come back,
Worse than before.
As I lay there again,
I think about you and your actions.
Prickly and suffocating,
I wish I could see you again.
You came running in
Wearing that deep blue dress
He gave you.
I smile. As long as you are happy,
I thought.
Smiling, I shut my eyes.
Feeling the flowers overtake me.
Warmth and wetness overcome me,
I lay there in peace after a long time.
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RomanceSylvia and Oleander have been best friends from the womb. As high school comes around, both of them realise they might have deeper feelings for one another. Due to certain circumstances, they each believe their feelings were not reciprocated, hence...
