Ice

I stand in the shadows picking at the brick, watching you laugh, with your popular friends. Your blue shirt blends with the rest of the crowd An icicle shaped like a tear freezes on my cheek. I am alone in the dark, my friends laughing, my enemies jeering. The game is over the opposition down. I walk to the car, walking alone. I wait for family and turn to the road. I see you. To see you with another girl is painful. As painful as a thrust to the heart by a double-edged sword. The tears run down like blood from that wound. I know what the truth is. I know what is in your heart. Believe me. I know. I back into the shadows, watching you. I pretend not to notice, not to notice your scorn. I pretend to talk to my friends, yet watching you. That wound hurts. The One Ring is cold, against my neck. Almost as cold as your heart. I watch you flirt shamelessly, the other girls congregating around you. A tic in my eye twitches when one laughs loudly. Why do you say it never was? Why do you scorn that which is of your doing? I stand alone in the dark.