Amelia_v

I still remember sitting there,
back against the cold hard grass-covered ground,
not yet fall weather but almost there,
old friends and soon-to-be friends lined up in a giggling row,
stars shooting above our heads,

sea blue scarves and mittens made by an aunt,
cranberry-colored noses peeking out from all the fuzzy sheep's wool layers,
dragon breath in frost-bitten air and numb toes but a warm heart,

You must,
You have to,
Everyone is watching.
They all want you to fail,
They don't think you can do this.
There is no reason you,
Out of everyone,
Are better than them.

You are better,
Ignore those thoughts,

I scream,
but no one can hear me.
I push my hands against the surface,
willing it to crack.
I have to get out,
I need to get out.
But no one hears my screams.
 

As we walked along the deserted road, I began to realize that this boy, made of sunshine, had stolen my heart. He had taken it, along with my thoughts. He had both in the palm of his hand.