Thud!
I wipe the steaming coffee
Off my white blouse.
It was the cherry on top of the cake for my day.
Dark bags under eyes,
Drooping eyelids,
Tangled hair.
I was a mess.
I look up and my heart leaps out of my chest,
My words build up in my throat,
And my tongue tied itself into a thousand knots.
Her.
Her brown eyes meet mine,
Blonde hair sweeping over her forehead,
Her gaze lingering on me for what seemed like an eternity.
I probably look like I'd seen a ghost,
Or something of the supernatural,
Because she tilts her head,
Gives me a worried glance,
And hands me a napkin.
I accept,
Fingers trembling, like I was hit by an earthquake.
I snatch the napkin and start to dab it on my blouse.
The coffee had already seeped in,
But I kept dabbing and held my gaze low on the floor.
I tap my foot
To an unknown rhythm,
Thinking of any words I could say.
My stomach has been turned inside and out,
And I nibble on my chapped lip,
Furrowing my eyebrows in deep thought,
The cogs in my brain
Turning, turning, turning.
She finally breaks the heavy silence with,
"Sorry."
Her voice was smooth and delicate,
High-pitched and light,
Very quiet and timid.
Her voice reminded me of a princess,
Her voice reminded me of sunsets on the beach,
Her voice reminded me of rolling hills and lavish green fields.
Her voice was smooth like butter,
Each syllable so delicately said,
It made my heart melt.
I lift my head up slowly,
Building up suspense,
And I mutter the words,
"It's fine."
Really, I'm not fine.
My insides are exploding,
And my heart is beating so fast,
I think it could cause me a heart attack.
But she just smiles,
Which lit up my whole existence.
The clouds covering my thoughts
Drift away swiftly,
And I can finally see the dazzling sun,
After what felt like a forever.
All thanks to her.
I smile weakly back,
Turn away and walk out of the shop,
Back out into society
Filled with stress, fear, and anxiety.
I smile to myself,
Thinking of the girl,
That smells like flowers, fresh air, and happiness,
That feels like silk, clouds, and snow,
That sounds like harps, lullabies, and bed time stories,
And that looks like an angel, even when she does the simplest of things.
My mood has been lifted
High up into the sky.
All because of her.
Hello everyone! Thanks for all the support on this story so far! It's quite incredible. As you may have noticed, I have a new cover! It was made by the wonderful Myfoxsaysmeww and you should totally check out their stories and page, it's amazing! Thank you so much again!
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Strawberry Smoothie (Hiatus)
Poetry"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...
