ballerina.

for years i watched you

up on the stage

under the lights

hoping

that you'd turn around

and see me

on the wings

you never did

oh, sure,

called me best friend

but you never saw me.

i was just a means to an ends

and when i put down my foot

you fumed and angered

and told me to leave.

i loved you, i think

in hindsight, more idolized

your pointe shoes and picture perfect grades

skinny jeans and house on the hill

dazzling smile and elegant pirouttes

how could i help

but be enchanted?

you moved on so easily

slid between worlds

but i was stuck

pretending to have friends

when i barely cared for them

for two years

i dreamed of you

silently pining

for the perfection you promised

my ballerina

who danced into my life

and just as quietly

slipped offstage