the other side

the first person i chose to love
was the first person who didn't care.
they took my love and laughed
while others begged me to share.
and I'm so angry at myself
for falling for a person
that didn't catch me
when other people
were dying to sweep me off my feet.
the rage i feel hardens my fists
and yet i still catch myself making excuses.
i cringe when i see your name,
and i smile when i see your face.
part of my love turned to hate,
but really it's all the same.
i don't know how to unstick to you.
not silence nor violence,
or screaming nor leaving,
has ever worn the glue.
so you remain the only one.
a stark reminder that love isn't always fun.
i thought it would be a happily ever after
that had just begun
silly me,
so very young and so very dumb.

the other side Stories by Noelle

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