This poem was inspired by a friend's poem about me and my intense 18-month crush that "He" doesn't know about. This poem is mostly based on true aspects of my life. Yes, it's true. I'm too afraid to talk to the only person in the world that I'd like to be with. The nickname in this poem is real, but I did not make it up. My friends actually did. Since I cannot stay away from depressing poems, this one has kind of an exaggerated - but true - ending. Enjoy.
"Familiar Story of a Familiar Girl and Her Monkey Boy"
So there once was a girl.
Said to have everything she ever wanted.
Said to be the happiest person alive.
Nobody believed her when she said she was depressed.
Upset because her only true love was so far out of her reach.
But her loyal and trustworthy friends knew her real pain.
They saw it every day as she walked by him in the hallway and hid her misery.
They urged her to talk to him, but she knew in her heart that she was too shy.
She could never get over her fear of rejection long enough to actually talk to "Monkey Boy",
who got his nickname from her friends because they thought he had freakishly large ears.
Finally, one of her friends spoke up,
and said that he was not out of her reach like she thought he was.
But alas, the stubborn love-struck girl did not listen to her friend.
She continued to admire Monkey Boy from a safe distance,
while the aching, swelling, unused love in her heart started to eat her from the inside out.
After many months of this parasitism, the poor girl became very ill.
She continued to watch him as he grew older, met another girl, got married, and moved on.
Meanwhile, she was left shattered in his wake.
Because she was too stupid to take her friend's advice, he never met her.
And their love never flourished.
Because she never talked to him, her beloved Monkey Boy now had a loving family of his own.
And she had no one.
Eventually, with her life not fulfilled and with a hole in her heart,
the poor stupid girl died alone.
And he had never even known that she existed.
~Amy, 4/12/09
