Minizerk (mostly) Oneshots

Theatrical

Love..
What a word, yet it's used so easily.
People throw it around without a second thought, like when you say 'love you bye.' So goddam effortlessly, like you were telling me to buy milk.
But We're not talking about milk.
No, to me that 4 letter word tears me apart, rises my hopes and grips onto my throat as I whisper it back to be met with the door clicking shut.
You tell me you love me as I hit you into the hole in a stupid fucking game, I just laugh, such a well practiced laugh.
Then, you say it to her with passion, and joy with a nervous look in your eyes as she giggles kissing you cheek bringing you to the dance floor,
I dryly laugh to myself, knowing that you think I pay no mind, sitting here with a casual smile on my face, playing with my beard, laughing.
But I see you.
I always have, but pay no mind to me my Romeo, as I am no Juliet.
There's  something so theatrical about my secret love for you.
Just like the word love right?
The word creates its own meaning in everyone else's mouth, that's why I rarely comes out of mine, because it feels bitter and uncomfortable.
So I'll sit here, my mind a grand theatre as Shakespeare writes my thoughts about you, forced to perform in a show I never wanted.

But how can't I be astounded by your mind, not just your body, god that stunning machine that you own.
The next time you tell me you love me, is about 4 weeks later, as I walk to the shop, as we're out of milk.
I walk to the store, music playing in my ears, everywhere I look I think of you, get out of my head! Stop torturing me with your kind smiles and soft laughs.
Why don't you see me?! How come you see her small stares as she looks at you like one of the most handsome things in the world, yet you don't see me gawking at you as your eyes flick to mine, you frown walking over to me and Jide who hasn't left my side since I met him, only you have, once you met her, you start to speak, I take in your soft voice asking if  I'm okay as you thought I wondered off into space, your wrong I was sitting on a boat drifting in the sea your iris holds.
But, it's okay, really it is, your happy and proud to show her off, even if it kills me agonisingly, I will sit back, watching you without anyone knowing..

As I remind myself Simon, Romeo and Juliet are the exception not the rule.