#1 Fan
☆Faith☆ (A Series Of Poems)
The day we met
I was feeling demolished
Long day, no friends
"Fresh meat" in the hallways
New girl on the team
Faces I didn't know that seemed intimidating
You off to the side
Appearing both courteous and kind
You approached me cautiously on the way back to school
Asked me for my name
"Crystal...and yours?"
The way you spoke
Like you knew what you were doing
The way your eyes lit up, and not just because of the summer sun
The smile you flashed that showed me you were in for the right reasons
The one that showed me I should feel that I'm enough
A heart as big as the world's largest boulder
His effect on me
One could call it a Tangled's smolder
The way he found me on socials not long after
"Yello? Hi? It's me..."
Oh how it made me wonder
What does he want? What does this mean?
Am I back in 7th grade & is this the latest version of a pity party?
But no, it wasn't
He just wanted to be my friend
And despite my best wishes,
He quickly became more to me than that
I didn't fall from the hill that glorious day for the team
Instead I fell for him
Don't know why I thought he'd eventually feel the same
Not long after he claimed to be my "number 1 fan"
Cheered me on even when he shouldn't have
At practice, meets, even in school
How he was like my cheerleader
How I was just a fool
A jester serving in this high school court
Him, the king, being the center of a young girl's world
Who I'd try to make laugh, be happy
Return to practice just to see if maybe we could happen
So why, if my cheerleader, would he throw it all away
Why as my friend?
As the one who let me cry and told me everything was going to be okay
Why take it all back and leave me up on the hill
let me tumble to my death
Retract the hand that he offered out last minute
Right when I was about to jump and grab onto his hand
Why claim he missed me and hug me and pet my hair lovingly
Like I was more than just some underclassmen in love
Why pull me close and say "we're more similar than you know"
Why sit next to me and tell me that I'm someone that you trust
Why look me in the eye and tell me you'll never return
Why come back the next day
The day I'm not there to help you and show you I care
Why only connect in the summer
Months after I last saw you
You likely knowing I no longer care
Why play me to not date me?
Why care to leave me in the end?
Why hold me like you love me?
Touching my back and caressing my hair
Why leave me stranded on the small mound where you said you'd always root for me...
That I would always root for you
Why say it was something
If it's clear I never meant anything to you?
Originally written on: February 3, 2021
A/N: I know nobody cares, but this is just based on my freshmen/sophomore year of high school. Did I get played by a senior who was always into girls younger than him? Maybe. Anyways, moral of the story: never be an underclassmen in love with a senior.