The Cycle

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A bout a guy hopelessly in Love with a girl that barely notices him...

Submitted: November 01, 2017

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“The Cycle”

 

He was dying

inside

the peaks

and valleys

of his heart

were tearing

him apart

he was on

the verge of

madness

as she would

playfully dangle

him

over that edge

and then with

a few

personal words

she would

gently pull

him back

and then

when she

allows her hand

to lightly touch

his

as they exchange

some papers

he starts to

soar

his heart is

at full throttle

the rush

from this casual

contact

of skin

is beyond

description

his body is

just dumping

serotonin

and dopamine

into his system

he is high

as a kite

from this

ever so slight

bodily encounter

unaware

of the boyish

grin

on his face

as he floats

away

from her

he was still

feeding off

all that releasing

energy

when he saw

them together

it struck him

hard

like somebody

jammed a stick

into the spokes

of his heart

causing him to

slam face first

into a wall of

jealousy

that feeling of

ecstasy

is sucked out

of his being

replaced

with the crude

pain

of his fantasy

being torn

in half

while

accompanied

by the earsplitting

sound

of his heart

being dragged

across a chalkboard

it’s shrill shrieks

cutting through

his emontional

soul,

his mind stutters

as it tries

to find the

right words

to calm him

down

but it can’t

the visual cut

is much too

deep

for mere words,

she had said

once

he’s no big deal

just a friend

but he can see

the truth

though he tries

to pretend

he can’t

but he does

her body

angled towards

his

in a way

almost screaming

I’m with him

her deep leans

forward

as she speaks

and the friendly

touching

why couldn’t

he

have stayed on

the closing shift

she was

so much closer

to him then

that should be

him

getting her

attention

her words

her deep leans

forward,

he has to

leave the room

too much

of a coward

to just

stand there

and take it

like a real

man

he feels drained

a hollow shell

void of all

emotion

as he staggers

away

embarrassed

by his lack

of command

over his heart,

the high

she gave him

was so incredibly

pure

he would give

anything

just to feel

the touch

of her hand

again

or be able to

look into her

eyes

as she spoke

words

only meant for

him,

but the lows

ate into his

very soul

destroying

every good

feeling

inside him

in till all

that remained

was a Zombie

of a man

the next morning

her,

unaware

of her part

in his ascension

to glory

and then how

she caused

his crashing

fall

from it,

him

ashamed at

the strong

uncontrollable

feelings

he has for

her,

afraid

to face her

but more afraid

not to,

but then

she speaks

to him

his blood

starts rushing

to his heart

and as she

turns her

eyes,

those deeply

colored vivid

eyes

of hers

to meet

his

he can feel

the cycle

beginning

to start

all over again,

and theirs

not

a Damn thing

he can do

about it…

 

Tom Allen…10-26-2017…

 

 

 

 


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