The Boy Who Wasn’t Mine



there were whispers following me,

all this noise I just couldn’t shake,

moments slipping for all to see,

as if there was any more I could take.


but my summer was bright with you,

the words you shared in honey bursts alight —

always sweet on the tongue as if said on cue —

but I didn’t care: you made me forget my blight.


you sang me poetry in glimpses and notes,

things I sequestered away for further study,

because I was eyeing every sign in your quotes

to tell me that I was far more than just a buddy.


but you were just another fish in the sea

and that was all you would ever be.

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Jillian Spiridon

just another writer with too many cats