deepundergroundpoetry.com

His Other

She was young, and undoubtably naive, and it makes sense that he chose her because she was gullible more than it made sense to her to that he loved her truly. They met on a lazy summer day in the last year of her high school career. He insisted on walking her home from school everyday over a few months, alluding her into believing and trusting in his romantic intentions which entailed that she was the only one he had his ravenous eyes on. And he did; his impermanent lust being the one thing that he wasn't deceptive about, making her believe that her innocently beautiful smile was was what urged him on to want to see her everyday and to hold her hand and to kiss her. He was the first to have ever made her feel worthy of such undeniable desire and love, and so it was only fitting that he be the first to deflower her into womanhood on the day of her 18th birthday in October that year. She still bet her entire world on him, trusting him enough to nod that he continue when he asked her if she was okay; whether the pain was too intense. She could not have forseen that she was merely another pawn in his game; that she was as important to him as the condom he'd chucked away after he was satisfied of her. He walked her home less and less, because now he had other things to do. His eyes never shone the same way when he looked at her and her hands soon forgot what his felt like, but she stayed with him - her first love, how could she be without him?

It's been two years and seven months and I am still that girl that fell hopelessly and toxically in love with him. I have grown to know heartache, for I still haven't seen the sparkle in his eyes after it disappeared months after he first had a taste of the untouched sweetness between my thighs. He still kisses me to arouse that part of me for his delight, and everytime I stare at his back when he's done I wonder if he'll ever turn to cuddle me and whisper the sweet words like he used to.

But at this moment I realise that that will never happen, as here before me stands his mistress. She is just like I was two years ago: her eyes, so beautiful, bright and innocent, are wet from the tears of a girl whose heart has felt its first break. The betrayal and hurt I feel subsides as I begin to feel sorry for her. I wish to embrace her and tell her that the heartbreak will eventually give way to wisdom and understanding, and that she'll one day learn to love herself enough to walk away from a love that hurts, but I just stand there and wait for her to speak:
'I... I thought I was being paranoid. He told me I was being ridiculous... I want to believe him, I do, I just... Are you his girlfriend?'
Her quivering voice gave away that she was on the verge of an emotional breakdown. I felt sympathy for her, and more than anything I felt sympathy for myself.
'I used to be,' I answered her, 'I'm not anymore.'
Written by Nolly_FB (Nolly)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3 reading list entries 0
comments 3 reads 748
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:56am by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:15am by Grace
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:33am by DCLXVI_1989
COMPETITIONS
Today 00:41am by Louismatteo349
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:19pm by Ahavati
POETRY
Yesterday 11:05pm by Grace