A Boy Behind the Glass

October 15, 2011
By oddblonde17 BRONZE, Lake Orion, Michigan
oddblonde17 BRONZE, Lake Orion, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." -- Robert Frost

I could see a world through my looking glass.
The sky here seemed gray in comparison.
There was a boy.
I thought he could see me.
I thought he could understand.
One day, with his hand pressed up against the glass,
He spoke. We spoke.
And I came back for days to follow.
Until I knew him.
More days were spent in his world than mine.
I wanted to be there.
With him.
At last, I tried to go through,
But my hand met the resistance of the cool surface.
And then, I saw her.
She is a girl of dreams.
He wants her.
I want him.
The glass shatters.
Pieces rain down, the boy has gone.
And I’m left alone,
With less than I started,
Unable to even see my reflection.

The author's comments:
Like many teenage girls, I went through a series of crushes. This was a boy that I was friends with, but he always seemed a little out of my reach. One day, he confided in me that he "liked" my best friend. This experience, along with many others, encouraged me to write this poem. (As well as a few others.)

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