Chances

This is a piece i wrote a few nights ago before i went to bed. I'd been thinking about relationships and insecurity in general. Aaaaaand.... well i was inspired to write. This is what i came up with. Enjoy!


You can taste it, can't you?
That bitter bile.
The angry bile that comes from the pit within,
Through your throat and straight unto your tongue.
You hate it, don't you?
That bile that forms
Only when you see him with another.


Look at him.
He just stepped outside.
Did you notice the light on his phone?
It just blinked.
He's got a message.
You're wondering who it's from.
Wait-!
See that girl over there.
The one in the pink denim skirt.
Oh my goodness!
She's so beautiful.
Did you see that?
They just hugged and she KISSED him!
You don't care that it was just a peck, do you?


Now your blood is boiling.
Your heart.
It's like a knife is slicing through.
The pain- you can feel it in your fingers, in your belly and right down to your toes.
It's clouding your vision, your judgement.
You're seething
And seem unsure of what to do.


He returns and tries to take your hand.
You give him the cold shoulder.
You've got him wondering what could be wrong.
You start screaming at the top of your lungs.
You tell him you want nothing to do with him again.
You're tired of having to compete for his love and affection.
You tell him you just can't do it anymore.
His face crumples and you see a tear.
But you just don't care.
You walk out the door,
Right out of his life.


Now, a few months after,
You're wondering whether you made the right choice.
You're still in love with him
But because your insecurities got the best of you,
You refused to give him a chance.
A chance to explain.
And now you're scared to go back.


Why?
It turns out that that girl,
The beautiful one,
The one in the pink denim skirt,
The one he went out to see-
Is just his sister.