They pity her for not having a love life.
For being dumped.
For being broken.
But what they didn't know, is that the world they created, still exists.
They were a dream in each other's eyes, but a nightmare for everyone.
They were a soothing voice in their own ears, but a loud, distracting noise to others.
They were the sun, but they couldn't see through the clouds.
They were gold, but all they saw was yellow.
They were perfect for each other, but all they look at are the mistakes of them being together.
Then she realized...
She doesn't need their pity.
She pities them.
She pities them because they weren't there to witness a superbly ended love story, what they saw were only miseries.
He was extraordinary.
And so was their story.
YOU ARE READING
Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
