Riley

by Katherine   Nov 14, 2012


Riley.
One of the things I can't describe.
I don't want to mess up and say something wrong.
What do I know?
Really?
A friend?
How I wish he was more.
He has a hold on me.
And I can't say I wish he didn't.
How can someone like me,
Have a crush on perfection like that?
How dare I even imagine us together.
I have no right.
What does he mean?
He's the sad kind of happy.
The one where you're smiling,
And don't realize you're crying.
He's the one you can't tell people about.
I hate him.
Because no matter how hard I try,
I can't make myself hate him.
Why not?
I honestly don't know.
Someone who makes you cry this much should be easy to hate.
Shouldn't they?
Or maybe that's why he's so hard to let go of.

We all need something to torture ourself with.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Shades of Gray

    C. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Plays soccer. Friends with Matthew. In my mother's 1st period class.

  • 11 years ago

    by Katherine

    I think so. Which one do you know

  • 11 years ago

    by Shades of Gray

    Riley? The one I know?