The Crushing Song

She made me smile every time she looked at me with those deep brown eyes. The warmth and comfort I found there was all I ever wanted. Every time she would speak to me it would feel as if I was the only one that mattered. I was so easily intoxicated by her voice and charm. She called to me and I flew to her.

But the senseless following only made it worse. It was never a call for me, but for company. I was no more special than a simple passerby. All she wanted was to continue playing her song for all to hear. I was a fool for allowing myself to be tied down and hung upon her wall as a prize. It was nothing to her, but so much to me.

The pain grows knowing I was nothing and never could be anything. A “friend” can only ache for so long before they push themselves off of the rocks and forge a new path through the treacherous waves of unforeseen passion.

I have learned from my error, but do I want to face that song once again? A new chant can be heard in the distance, but does the same fate await me? I have only scars and doubt where my heart had once been. Can I find it ever again?