there was a boy
a boy i once loved
our friendship was first
and then came
our nonexistent love story
we knew each other for years
before i discovered him
his never absent smile
his deep brown eyes
the way he makes me melt
like chocolate chips in pancakes
before i completely fell
we became friends
everything
was our main topic of conversation
i tripped without warning
i fell
and my skull clanked
on the cold dusty floor
but it didn’t hurt me
i was too long gone
it was then decreed in my mind
that he was forever
and i was in love
i was unafraid to tell my friends
about my incurable infatuation
but he didn’t feel the same way
this i knew for a fact
as he had kindly informed me
that he was incurably infatuated
with my best friend
of course
he told me this information
because our main topic of conversation was
everything
upon his discovery of
my undying love for him
our main topic of conversation
became nothing
the bruise on my skull
that had never hurt at all before
now made the blood in my veins
pulse painfully
a kind of ache I had never felt before
and my brain took note
that this was what everyone called
heartache
after that melancholy
nonexistent love story
eventually the ghost of our friendship
came back to life
and i had to get back up off the ground
brush off the dust
forget about the bruises
caused by my fall for him
and start over
and keep starting over
i’ll fall a million times for him
until my bones are battered and broken
and our skulls have matching bruises