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He's Mine

May 1, 2014
By ClaireNick BRONZE, Corvallis, Oregon
ClaireNick BRONZE, Corvallis, Oregon
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His eyes shone, blue and full of unknown depth like the sea,





I wish to dive into them, to discover how he works and what brings him glee.


His short, chestnut hair waves lightly.




My eyes meet his and he smiles brightly.

We talk, he laughs, and I feel I’ll melt inside.






He walks past and seems to glide.


Little things like the way he chuckles at the brainless words I say;










It’s the small joys he brings that really make my day.



Can one person make me feel so weak?


I get so worked up when around him I can hardly even speak.

That stolen time is something you can never retrieve again,



But would I ever find a reason to forget those precious memories in my brain?

However I do, only to later cherish those shared words.






But something is wrong now; something is backwards;






My phone is silent, as are we.





He won’t smile anymore, at least not at me,








And when he does grin it is a gift solely for she.




I am alone now; there is no one but me.

I see you talking to her; you look so pleased.






Am I jealous? Is that why my feelings cannot be eased?

You laugh with her now, and she is glad.


It’s good for you, but it just makes me feel like I’ve been had.




What did I do wrong?


Did I change something I’d been doing all along?

Why do I no longer command your attention?


Why can’t I possess your affection?





If you won’t spend time with me, fine,




I hope you see this, and know that it’s a sign.

Something’s starting now, something you cannot halt,




And I’m simply letting you know now; it will all be your fault.









You might avoid me and tell me to stop;


You threaten with police, but my daddy’s a cop


You tell me I’m insane to do what I do,




But how am I crazy for simply loving you?


I stare longingly at your pictures on my computer at home.

Why won’t you love me? I won’t leave you alone.


If you won’t love me; won’t choose me over her,












Well then, she’s merely an annoyance, yes, only a bur.

I’ll show you how to love me; I’ll prove it to you.

I’m plotting and planning now, preparing for some kind of coup.

I go to her in the night, she screams, but I care not.




I left it there alone; I left it to rot.



I go to you my victory on me still painted,

But when you saw me, you nearly fainted.

You stood there in shock, taking in the crimson spattered across my pale skin.

You told me you hated me; that your heart I would never win.




How did I take this you ask?



There was only one way to take this, only one task.

You had to pay, yes surely you did;

For if I could not have you, then no one could bid.

Her blood still on me, I spilt yours too,





But I could not live without you, no, that would not do.

You stared at me surprise writ on your face,

So I decided to join you, yes, that was my place.

Beside you I would stay.

Forever, there, I will lay.

The blade I then dug into my chest,


Although death will never put feelings to rest.


The author's comments:
This was for a Literature class poem project. I had fun with it. Don't judge.

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