Young and Stupid

I sat and watched my life go by.

So slow at times,

I wanted to scream.

Yet, so fast that I only wanted to be alone.

I felt settled for.

Second best to a girl that was my partner in crime.

My guardian angel.



I catered to her every want and need.

We had our battles and disagreements.

Our share of tears and apologies.

Our laughter once shook  the walls.

Gradually, we changed.

We grew up.

The biggest change of all was him.

He was definitely one of a kind.

He was one that we both fell for.



She smiled as he spoke.

I took in every word.

Breaking them down to a thought… a concept.

She had someone though.

Someone I loathed.

However, the “he” that which we both fell for chose me.

Why?

I couldn’t tell.

Maybe it was because she was taken.



It had been a while.

I felt like I was fighting for what I had just so recently received.

I worshipped every thought.

Yet it is of her… my friend.

She was my sister.

Through which I would have done anything for.

Life would have been something I wouldn’t have known.



I agreed and went along with his words.

But I shed a tear in the brink of my privacy.

A tear for no one would ever know of.

A single tear.

Lonely… by itself.

As I felt I was destined to be.

What would the outcome be?

Would she get what I had so long been fighting for?



Would I once again bow down to her?

Giving her my newest, most precious treasure.

She would have only added it to her own collection.

How my mind wanders.

Many thoughts…

But I find so much truth.

A twisted sense of unimaginable comfort.

A darkness that I find so soothing.

So pure and overpowering.

A strength I didn’t know I had.



What ever should I have done?

Should I have laid down and gave up?

I was wise, but so innocent in finding a solution.

It was a question that was so fitting to be thought of at the time.

I begged for an answer.

I didn’t know what to do.


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