“You love that boy, don’t you?”

Yes. Yes I do.

In fact I have for years,

But I’ve ended in tears.

I’m me.

And he is him.

I’m no one to his glorious eyes.

It’s broken glass

Scattered across the floor.

Every time I see him

It’s like I step on a piece.

My breath immediately taken-

But then the pain comes next

Knowing I’ll never

Be anything but worthless.

I’ve tried to speak to him,

But we - no…

I restrain from making eye contact.

He found out of my fondness

That was fun.

Now I’m back where I don’t belong.

But I never did truly belong here,

All I really wanted

Was to curl up in his arms.

But alas,

My head is full of fantasies.

He was the only

And I mean only one who reached

The standards of a man for me.

He’s just like every character I read.

But the glass isn’t off the ground.

It’s still around me

Waiting to bring me down.

My heart of glass.

Every piece

In a mound.

I love that boy

But we will never be

For I’m not the one to be found.