And as I set my pencil down, I thought only of her eyes. The shine, the shade, the way her pupils dilated as she looked in my direction. And as my lips trembled, I felt just one tear drip drop down my cheek. He would have kissed it away. They would have touched their nose to mine and whispered sweet nothings in hopes to cheer me up. To stop my tears from falling. "I wish only the best for you." And as my heart drops, I remember the feeling from that night, we were so close but in a split second, you were not the love of my life.
"It's okay. I understand." The words you whispered through clenched teeth, your own tears, drip dropping down your cheeks. Your own pain, shown in your eyes. I loved you. It's true. Now you're just that person that I loved, not the person that I do. I hope one day you can forgive me, and as selfish as it is, I hope one day that maybe I can forgive myself too. I set my pencil down. I set it down to remember, to remember her eyes, his lips, their touch, to remember what I did to you. Forgive me, mon amour.
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Poetryin a far off land, i lay, as the little children play, i cannot, will not, do not, move or stray. - sleep paralysis. this is a book of poems, short stories, and whatever else i find myself writing in the middle of a mental breakdown. please read...
