A House Built Out of Straw.

I open my mouth to speak but all the wrong things spill out. 

I never learned what love was but I think you taught me some of it. 

I’m young and you’re in love with the pretty blonde, and I just can’t keep these voices hushed in my head. 

I can’t seem to swallow this lump in my throat that’s muting my pleas. 

I have gripped onto you for so long.

My knuckles still haven't regained their color.

The thought of your outstretched hand still remains a fantasy.

Meeting halfway was never in consideration.

I hate this feeling and I hate you. 

I hate you so much.

I hate your blue eyes and the freckles on your rose stained cheeks.

I hate the way you make me feel like I don’t need to breathe. 

I’m a dreaming imbecile and you love life. 

My words float about your head like the halo you deserve. 

My head stays in the clouds and my feet can't feel the ground.

You stopped growing your beanstalk when you saw her body for the first time. 

I feel too much emotion and this knife cuts too deep and I can’t keep my eyes open for much longer. 

Please let me out of this corner that you have trapped me in.

I feel so foolish sitting on this mattress on the floor, wasting these words on someone who will never look me in the eyes and see the depth of my soul.

Author's Note

I don't know what I'm doing or what I'm writing, but these words won't stay in my head.

Reviews

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Unreciprocated love is a b***h. You might have no idea what you were doing but you sure got some were which is the distress unreciprocated love can cause on our soul. Wonderful work. N.

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Thank you so much!

[Witchywoman]

Very good!! Perfect! Luv how u described ur feelings and how that guy made u feel. Ur not alone. Keep up the good work and kool profile pic by the way. :)

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Thank you so much! :)