Crush

I hated the way her eyes would match the light in his whenever they saw each other from across the room.
He would lift her up as high as the sky, and I would watch as my dreams turned to ashes, and fell to the floor. 

I hated how we’d become the background to their foreground as they fit together so perfectly that not even the ugliest of stepsisters could rip them apart.
They would smell of fairy tales and happily ever afters, and even when the clock struck midnight, my nightmare was still real. 

I hated that the scent of her fresh bouquet of roses would try to overpower the crippling jealousy that weeded its way around my heart.
No matter how many seeds I planted, the only thing that would grow was the crack in my heart as I watered it with tears.

I hated how the chocolate treats would melt in her mouth while I had to choke on the ashes of what never was.
I could feel how sweet true love was, but unable to stomach it, I swallowed down my bitterness instead. 

I hated how I wanted to drown in her happiness, but I stayed floating in my misery.
The waves came crashing down but nothing could make me swim to shore, for that was a reality I just couldn’t face.

I hated that she loved him, and not me.