Could My Life Be More Like a Midsummer's Night Eve?

I liked a guy, but he liked my best friend. Ridiculous? Yes.

His features brighten as the smile that so drew me in grows. His eyes shine with want, so obviously directed to the one he convents. But alas, there is nary a thought of me!

My heart sinks as his grin grows, pupils not daring to glance my way, only to the place beside me. Oh, how I wish it was only the sweet life breath God has graced us! Of course it had to be her. Of course the only one I could give my love to had to love someone else. And at that my greatest companion. 

How many had I claimed to desire? I toyed with them, wishing only to fill the abysmal void that so tore me. My heart already in pieces, I needed a life line to grip as the whirlwind cut me through. 

Have the shadows dispersed or simply deepened, cackling like the demons of old at my horror as I sink to my knees in utter despair. Will no happiness be allowed to me? Or will I be condemned to this relentless pace they call "life". 

As I contemplate this, I realize the very cause of my sanity. The promise of a new day, a new start, and a new life. Leaving behind this wretched anomaly I have allowed my self to become. 

No more...

No more. 

Author's Note

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[Sam Stephens]

Okay, Ms. Shakspeare. Once again..... Your writing is beautiful. :)