a villanelle by Alyssa
I can’t do this anymore;
Sorry that I feel this way,
But I HAVE to cut you out.
I love you more than you will ever know,
And yet you crush my frangible heart, aware of that fact or not.
I have to cut you out.
There’s this constant pressure on my chest
That shall never blanch.
I can’t do this anymore.
You barely know her,
Though she is constant object of your affection…
I have to cut you OUT!
Your hope for another is a fool’s paradise,
Still I feel it inside me like a foreign parasite draining my life force!
I CANNOT DO THIS ANYMORE!
I can’t do this anymore,
Yet I cannot let you go.
I have to cut you out
But a mere sliver of reverie has me faltering time and time again.
Alyssa is in ninth grade.