You told me something today.
You said it was important and not to tell a soul. Your voice was hushed, as if not even the trees surronding us could hear.
You bit your lip and smiled at the ground.
'there's a boy'
you whispered, and I swear I heard my heart sped up to a thousand miles per second.
'he's in my art class, and I've liked him for a long time'
My heart was slowing down but it was shattering. I masked it, I gave you a smile. A little part of me wanted you to notice the sorrow behind it.
But you didn't.
You continued speaking, your eyes shining like the stars glistening and dancing in the sky.
'What's his name?' I couldn't help the crack in my voice.
'Luke.'
No.No.No.No.No.No.No
'Luke Brown?'
'You know him?' a smile was slowly stiching its way to your cheeks.
Your beautiful smile.
'He's my best friend,' I tried to smile, but the more I tried the more evident my frown was. You didn't say anything more, and I knew what you wanted.
It wasn't me.
'I could talk to him if-if you want.' it felt as if broken pieces of glass was inside of myecutting my heart, leaving open bleeding gashes, the sharpness unbearable.
You were full on grinning ear to ear, your eyes were lit up like the fiery sun in the sky.
'You would do that?'
I couldn't speak, the words lodged in my throat, so I merely nodded.
It fucking sucks to watch someone you love fall for someone else.
But I'm just Parker.
Why would she ever love me?
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Ribbons
PoetryA story about a broken girl who wears ribbons and a boy who tries to pick up the pieces