I go back to the coffee shop the next day.
The sky is clear
And it's starting to fade out of a deep blue
As the night ends,
Drifting into the morning
The sky fades down,
Like a newly painted painting.
The colors
Dripping,
Dripping,
Dripping.
The little shop is on the corner of a street
Where all the roads merge together,
Joining hands,
To settle in perfect harmony.
Bustling people running around,
Heading to another day of labor.
The honking of car horns
Causing ears to go deaf,
People talking on phones,
Ignoring all surroundings.
I walk to the little shop.
I hear the little bell jingle on the door
As I open it.
It sounds like Christmas,
It sounds like pets running around
Playing with one another,
While the little bells on their collars
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
I walk in to smell strong scents
Of coffee beans.
I look around to see people staring at
The digital worlds their devices create.
I stand up taller
Looking around for something,
Someone.
And then I spot her.
Sitting quietly in the back,
Staring out the window with a coffee cupped in her hands,
Her soft, delicate hands.
A book is placed on the table in front of her.
She looks like she's an angel that got sent into this hell of a world.
I feel my heart drop down to the ground,
As the punching,
Ice-cold,
Shattering realization hits me.
She doesn't even know I exist.
I straighten the necklace I wore for today,
Jewels embedded, shimmering against the light,
It's enchanting and captivating.
Like it's meant for a queen,
Someone important.
I walk over to where she's sitting,
Fiddling with my hands,
Glancing the other way,
Trying to blend in with the crowd
Like one sheep in a herd,
Like one drop of water in a stream.
I start to near her
And my heart starts to speed up,
Like it's running a marathon.
Honestly, I don't want to win.
I reach out my shaking hand
To tap her on the shoulder,
Which would cause me bringing her out of a false reality,
And into mine.
To cause her to have her gaze over on me for once,
Maybe, if brave enough,
I'd let my words spill
Like a dam broken.
But I don't have the guts.
I retract my hand quickly
And I turn away.
My back is facing her,
As I silently cry in shame.
I start to walk away,
Blending into the crowd.
Like one drop of water in a stream.
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Strawberry Smoothie (Hiatus)
Puisi"Is it wrong to love someone? Your heart becomes as fragile as glass, and I'm scared she will shatter it, because she doesn't want a strawberry smoothie" The story of a girl, loving a girl who's too scared to love again. Cover created by: @myfo...
