Long Live the Pedestal

I was there when it all started,

when my heart turned to gold

When the angels sung their praises,

and Cupid raised his bow

 

Now it's been many years

since I was struck dumb

Head over heels and heart in the feels

when I was very young

 

I'll put you on a pedestal,

you'll be my reigning king

I'll love you and only you---

every little thing

 

Your smile made my heart fly higher,

higher than the clouds

But the I heard about what they said,

and my heart was filled with doubt

 

They said that you liked her---

and, of course, she liked you too

My heart sunk like tons of coal

I didn't know what to do

 

I knew you felt the same way;

It never crossed my mind

The way you always looked at her---

well, it was more than kind

 

She talks about you often

She thinks that she's in love

My best friend---

she sleeps soundly,

knowing well she was enough

 

But I can't help to ask myself,

was it all a lie?

I swear you loved me once,

but that was before she crossed your mind

 

Her chesnut waves that flow down her scalp,

like the roaring sea,

jeering,

laughing,

sneering prooudly at me

 

I don't know why I believed myself,

all my heavy lies,

growing larger with each one

to a humongous size

 

And now she takes you for granted,

reeling in your love

Like a greedy fisherman,

she never gets enough

 

Oh I hate you---

I hate you, I say

 

But my tears rest at your pedestal at the end of the day

My heart runs a marthon when I see you smile

You love my best friend, I should hate you. . .

but tricking a stubborn heart takes a while

This poem is about: 
Me

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Disclaimer: I wrote this poem when I was 11 and experienced my first love and all the rollercoaster of emotions, jealousy, and feelings that came along with it. I haven't changed anything about it, although I realize some parts are very cheesy. I kept it to reflect the innocence and youthness of a girls first love. As I fell in love with this boy, I was sure that these feelings would last forever. But, as most people who had crushes in middle school could tell you, the feelings did not last forever. But I can say, even almost five years later, that the certainly love did. Even when I'm wrinkly and old, there will always be a place in my heart for him--- thankfully no longer a pedestal, but a place that no one who I'll love later in my life can fill. Anyway I hope this poem can resonate with some of you!

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