Poetic Whispers

The thing about love

When I was nine, I had a crush

On the girl who shared her chips with me

During lunch

My heart soared every time we spoke

And she never knew how excited I was when we played together

Whenever she made a joke with friends

I'd always laugh the hardest

I did everything in my power to make her feel like a princess

Because that's what she was to me

I picked daisies for her at recess

And gave her my extra snacks at lunch

One day she found out that I liked her

I think she liked the idea though

The thought of having someone find her attractive

It made her feel good and so she said she liked me back

And suddenly I felt my heart burst from my chest

We were inseparable at first

But then she told me that she liked another little girl

A prettier one that everyone liked more than me

Needless to say my heart shattered

But the other girl didn't like her as much as I did

She never shared her toys

And she never let her go on the swing first

So I wondered why such a princess would let herself be treated that way

I knew that she was a princess

But I don't think that the other girl did

And years later it's still so relevant

There will always be a princess

And someone they hardly give a second thought to will show them such

But there will always be a pompous girl who simply likes the attention

And will lead that princess on forever

That's the thing about love

It's impossible to find

And it's almost definite

That the other person won't reciprocate