Part 1

There Once Was a Girl

March 1, 2011

There once was a girl, and also a boy--

The most classic of all story starts.

But the normal ends here, and won’t reappear

In this tale of two separate hearts.

The girl was quite clever and happy with life

A free spirit who liked order too.

She knew who she was and liked it because

She always knew just what to do.

The boy was unique, an original for sure

With a quick wit and something all new.

He saw things just so, whether highly or low

And opened up truly to few.

The girl and the boy talked only one time

For the boy it seems that was enough

He was smitten quite hard and traveled quite far

But she wasn’t too into that stuff.

The boy didn’t give up or slack off all

Eventually, he figured, love wins.

He showed dedication and was a sensation

Among all the girl’s good friends.

The girl was herself, maybe more than before--

A boy wasn’t going to change her.

But after a while, he so made her smile

And her feelings became something stranger.

The boy was important, she let herself think,

But still he was only a friend.

She closed the door to anything more,

Thinking soon the whole thing would end.

The girl was just right, exciting and smart,

Surely not one the boy would let go.

She was flirty and nice and made him think twice

Before he did things that were low.

The boy and the girl made memories and plans

Silly ones, real ones and more.

They were perfectly odd and figured that God

Had led them to each others’ door.

Through big steps and little, the girl changed her mind.

Much too special was he to give up.

In the back of her head, the girl’s heart felt led

To let the boy know what was up.

But teen love won’t last, their heads told them both

So in order to see if it could,

They decided to wait, til a certain date

August 10^th, in six months, was good.

They made some more plans, for summer and life

Such golden and sweet weeks those were.

But how long could it last while moving so fast?

How long til the boy didn’t want her?

Slowly but surely, the challenge was gone.

He had caught her so now he was bored.

The chase had been fun, but now that he’d won

He felt she could just be ignored.

The boy stepped back, just to watch the girl wonder

Had she done something so very wrong?

The sweet things he said and his friendship both fled

Like harmony leaving a song.

The girl had been so sure that he’d been sincere

Having chased her for such a long time.

He’d helped her with writing and made life exciting...

The reason in all of life’s rhyme.

The boy broke his words as summer arrived.

Nothing was as he had promised her.

He hung with the guys, from sundown to rise

Doing things that made him a monster.

The girl’s heart was broken, to her great surprise.

She had never intended to care.

Love came in quiet and then raised a riot.

Now summer was empty and bare.

The boy found more chicks and had lots of fun

He talked to several at once.

The girl hid her pain behind laughing refrains

Of “Him? Oh, I’m done with that dunce.”

The girl’s friends believed her, well at least most,

But see, inside she was crushed.

After all they’d been through, what more could she do

But wait ’til her heart could be hushed.

As months rolled by, every promise was broken,

And the great plans were unfulfilled too.

The girl still got by, but she still wondered why

Her soul was feeling so blue.

The boy had a thought, one night in September:

Would she come back if he said that he’d change?

He decided one night with cruel delight

To see how far the girl’s feelings ranged.

The girl was no fool, as you already know,

But the boy had long gained her full trust.

He pulled at her heart, asked for a new start.

She said yes, but change was a must.

But though she was thrilled, her head said “Watch out.”

She had shed over him lots of tears.

As a matter of fact, she had made a pact

Not to say “I love you” for years.

The boy kept up his act, a couple of weeks

But he noticed that something was off.

The girl felt it too, but only she knew

It was because she wasn’t in love.

She liked him okay, but more from afar.

She knew now he wasn’t for real.

He meant no offense, but she had then since

Decided her heart he can’t steal.

She’d hurt for so long that she hadn’t felt

The healing that had since begun.

Although he soon left, she felt not bereft

Because her own heart she had won.

~Stephanie