Ice
I stand in the shadows
picking at the brick,
watching you laugh, with your popular friends.
Your blue shirt blends with the rest of the crowd
An icicle
shaped like a tear
freezes on my cheek.
I am alone in the dark,
my friends laughing,
my enemies jeering.
The game is over
the opposition down.
I walk to the car,
walking alone.
I wait for family
and turn to the road.
I see you.
To see you with another girl is painful.
As painful as a thrust to the heart
by a double-edged sword.
The tears run down like blood from that wound.
I know what the truth is.
I know what is in your heart.
Believe me.
I know.
I back into the shadows,
watching you.
I pretend not to notice,
not to notice your scorn.
I pretend to talk to my friends,
yet watching you.
That wound hurts.
The One Ring is cold,
against my neck.
Almost as cold as your heart.
I watch you flirt shamelessly,
the other girls
congregating around you.
A tic in my eye twitches
when one laughs loudly.
Why do you say it never was?
Why do you scorn that which is of your doing?
I stand alone in the dark.
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