~Three's A Crowd

Freshers Week at university, October 2006.

Burn a hole in the back of my dress;

Simply cut me out;

Leave me in a mild state of distress;

Keep spinning your roundabout.

 

Take her hand;

Capture her on zoom;

Leave me to stand,

Watching your budding friendship bloom.

 

Have you ever considered

what you’re putting me through?

Probably not – now you’ve got her,

No one else matters – it’s just you two.

 

“Three’s a crowd”

And I’ve always known,

But I know better now;

The seeds have been sown:

Nothing will change,

And there’s no point trying,

Ain’t it strange?

The jealousies from high school are far from dying.

 

I turned away

While you ignored me,

Then you went astray,

And I was left alone in the Fresher Sea.

 

I waited for over twenty

And neither did return,

I’m sure you were gossiping a-plenty;

Everything gained, case adjourned.

 

Even if you weren’t,

Did you not realise I wasn’t there?

You left me hurt, broken, burnt…

You didn’t try to contact me – you didn’t care.

 

Last words – it’s happened before

And it will happen again;

By day, friends, flatmates nothing more

By night, poison oxygen.

 

[Inspired and based on events in early October 2006]

 

Reviews

[Liane]

I can feel the pain, hurt and anger in this poem. Thank you for sharing it. I know how the heart ache of friendships can be.

Best wishes*

Sincerely,

~aka*Joie*

[Mark]

Nice mechanics, Ali. Sorry to read what you seem to be dealing with. Never any fun to say the least.