That Fateful day in March
I remember it clear as day,6th period and weather like the month of may,
I thought for certain i just might win, i just might reach the mountain top,
But for my bravery and effort, i was rewarded with a flop,
I did what few adolescent boys in my time had the balls to do let alone commit to doing,
Unfortunately it was undoubtedly my undoing,
She, was the most attractive, most popular girl in the school,
I, was the complete opposite, the one who was near the shallow end of the pool,
But i summoned enough courage to write what i felt, because i knew that i was the good guy, i was the one who could, would, should, be good to her,
I knew that i was the one who could take things further,
But as much as i knew it, i could never express the intent, never show what i was thinking, only attempt to say what i felt,
And by the grace of the MAC god, have her heart melt,
Well wait a minute, why go on with this plan, my head raged,
Trapped between decisons my brain raged,
My friend warned me and said youll live to fight another day, Wait until tomorrow, Try and see what will be,
Stubborn and scared that day was my only hope, I sought to be happy,
I knew she was at least attracted to me, I could tell because we played with each other in class,
This was unbelievable i would tell myself, as she chased me and gave me sass,
We laughed as if wed known each other all of our life,
It was special to me, special in my time of strife,
Could it be? Could i possibly get the finest girl in school to my girl?
Could it be her hair that i would caress, entangle and curl?
I certainly thought so, I thought i had a shot,
I knew my chances were thin, but i felt i had to give it all i got,
So, when the girl force also known as her friends departed and she was alone,
I struck as if Sparta would strike Rome,
Not fully, but indirectly, Too shy to tell her face to face,
No id play the role of Odysseus, sly, discreet and ultimately out of place,
I thought id be just like him, ever witty, ever clever, always one step ahead,
But i was cut sharper than one with a needle and thread,
"Oh Jessica, theres a letter for you on the floor,"
She Nearly missed it,
Gave a quizzical look at it,
Picked it up and stared at it and began to read,
She was reading just fine by herself, YES! Ive planted the seed,
But like clockwork the girl force returned and at full strength,
Too shy to listen and see her face, i ran just outside, not too far from arms length,
She read it aloud, and read it clear,
She struck my deepest darkest fear,
And like a man on the plank i prepared for my fate,
My chances of winining were slimmer than me being late,
I could hear her words clearly, "well, i mean i like him as a friend but.... i mean. i dont think so as a boyfriend,
Ahhh but that was NOT THE END,
A FAT girl the size of Kansas stepped in,
An 8th grader whose common sense no one could really trust from within,
She took what was a confusion to a possible yes, to a no, to hell on earth,
Fat *** made sure the pain in me would birth,
I think her words were "Oh hell no, Hes UGLY! Oh my God, dont even think about going out with him",
Aided by the rest of the girl force that would be her answer again and again,
Embarassed i didnt go back in class till the end,
When my friend played the i told you SO role and then i could not pretend,
I fully accepted defeat, I surrendered, I lost when i should have won,
Cruelty dealt its hand and i was saddened, whose weight was a ton,
And while i smile their my heart was torn,
I cried and cried that night, dejected left to scorn,
Whats worse is what happened became school news, all knew and all could see,
I liked the finest girl in the school, And she rejected me horrifically,
My friend tried to give me solace, told me it was pressure more than rejection,
Said that if it werent for FATLARD and the girl force, we may have made a connection,
We will never know the truth because it followed me until we were near the end of our teens,
Not until the final days of high school, could we glue the seams,
Move on from that endeavor and wish one another success,
The scar is still there, making do with less,
It passes my brain as i try to erase it,
Yet something dep says no, embrace it,
Turn it to good, and see what you can do,
Make the weak in you strong, make that part no longer blue,
Whew, a long poem, really long, havent wrote this long in a while,
Good job pen, you stuck it out with me as if it were the longest mile,
To the left hand, ever faithful, ever true,
There since the begining, you know what ive been through,
Now i will sit back and enjoy this work of art,
I have come full circle, the end, or in my eyes, the START!
Even a King can feel pain
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